

I grabbed her hand and felt her body tighten. She was not ready for this: her gaze jumped shyly from side to side, and her lips barely parted and converged again, helplessly trying to utter a word. With every second I realized that her inner struggle was coming to an end, that a little more and her defeat would bring me the long-awaited victory, which I had dreamed of since our first meeting. The Rav hesitantly tried to pull away, but I squeezed her hand tighter, hinting that this did not make sense. Our gazes met and time froze ...
At some point in history, two people stood opposite each other and were silent. Surrounded by millions of similar destinies, billions of similar situations, but something set them apart from the rest ... They were different. The frustrated girl and the lost guy, like two parallels, converged, although this should not be. Nobody foresaw this. Madness and chaos, like threads intertwined, forming an absurd landmark for fate. This could be both the beginning of something new, and the end of everything that gave birth to time.
I stopped thinking about the next step, relying on intuition. I tried to realize what Rav was feeling now and mentally prepared for a counterattack that would set my cheek on fire. But there was no blow.
Just a kiss. Unexpected, stunning and gentle ...
A second later, her hand wrapped around my neck, heading uncontrollably towards my hair, fingering it •••