First Date

So far there have been eight…

The first was in a bar, a noisy, shouty, bar where we had to speak at the top of our voices to be heard. The place he caught my mouth in mid-sentence with a kiss and made my bones melt. Where we kissed for what seemed like hours in the middle of a pavement while shoppers banged yellow carrier bags against our legs and his breath, tinged with the beer, misted over my face.