Check my clock.

9:58

Turn my head slowly, so as not to frighten her off.
Good. She's still here.
Look back to the movie.
Slowly scoot so we're pressed up against each other.
Make a nonchalant comment so she doesn't notice the sudden closing distance.
Smooth.
Lips are chapped. Why are they chapped? They're never chapped!
Moisten lips.
Turn head.
She's still here.
I'm dying. I'm literally going to have a heart attack on this bed.
Build up the courage.
Get up on my elbow.
Look at her and smile.
Do it for a bit too long and freak out.
Lay back down.
Yep. I'm dying.
Is it always this hot in here?
New idea. Do it fast.
Count to 10
1 2 3 4 5 6 7
Wait! Abort! Abort!
It's too late
8 9
I lean over her.
Kiss her softly