One touch from you, and I completely lose myself

One Touch From You, and I Completely Lose Myself
I should’ve known better than to stay this close to you.
But I didn’t move.
The air between us felt heavy, almost electric, like the space itself was waiting for something to happen. You stood there watching me, calm on the outside—but I could feel the tension in your silence.
“You’re avoiding me again,” you said softly.
“I’m not,” I replied, but my voice betrayed me.
You stepped closer.
That was all it took.
Your fingers brushed mine first—light, almost accidental—but my entire body reacted instantly. A sharp breath escaped me as warmth rushed through my chest, spreading fast, impossible to control.
“One touch…” I whispered, barely audible.
You didn’t stop.
Instead, you stayed there, close enough that I could feel your warmth, close enough that my thoughts started to blur. My control slipped quietly, piece by piece, without warning.
I should’ve stepped back.
I didn’t.
Because I didn’t want to.
Then it happened.
You lifted your hand gently, your fingers tracing my wrist, and my breath caught completely. My heart was racing now, louder than my thoughts, louder than everything else.
“You feel it too,” you murmured.
I nodded.
And before I could think, before I could stop myself, I leaned in.
Our distance disappeared in a single moment.
Your lips met mine—slow at first, then deeper, like you had been holding back just as long as I had. My mind went completely blank, like everything I was trying to control had finally given up.
When we pulled back, my breath was uneven, my thoughts scattered, my heart still refusing to slow down.
And all I could think was the truth I could no longer hide:
One touch from you…
and I completely lose myself.