The Kiss Poem by anais vionet

'I'm accepted! ! ' she squealed.
'I knew you would be, ' he said, almost sadly.

She went giddy with tenderness and threw her arms around his neck to kiss him on the cheek but he's so tall she had to go up on her toes and ended up off balance, he moved his head into her motion and their lips connected in an actual kiss.

He clutched her to him, lifting her sneakers off the ground. With her mouth covered by his and her body clamped against his and not even the reassurance of the ground beneath her feet, the determined impulse that had propelled her to kiss him collapsed into alarm and claustrophobia.

He seemed to have gone automatic and muscular, driven by instinct. She writhed to get free, and for a second, that seemed longer, she thought he wouldn't let her go. she twisted, arching her back, and the movement seemed to wake him. He dropped her so suddenly she stumbled.

'Sorry, ' he said, breathless, holding up his hands as though to prove he was unarmed. 'You surprised me. I wasn't ready.'

She tried to steady herself. 'It's OK, ' she said, wiping her face and standing back up.

We looked anywhere but at each other. It was a crazy few seconds.

'I gotta go, ' he said in a rush, picking up his backpack and almost leaping out the door. She heard him take the two flights of stairs in 4 long steps and the front door closed.

'Is Frank staying for dinner? ' her mom called from down stairs.

She didn't answer right away.

After that things with Frank were odd, strained - she tried to talk to him - more than once and texted him two dozen times. How do you undo a kiss mistake if you can't talk?