Maybe

It was a sunny day. We were up on a hill, there, were this fresh and dense lawn is. He was lying on his back, eyes closed, some sheets of paper around... just relaxing, maybe sinking into the bed of grass. I was sitting with my legs crossed, enjoying the gentle breeze and the sun in my back.

A mosquito landed on the back of his hand. I hesitated for a while. It was touching his skin with it's needle searching for vulnerable spots. He does not have any, I thought. But what if? I chased it away with a smooth move. The tips of my fingers touched his dark skin. It felt like a sip of water. Very surprising.

He smiled slowly. I noticed how the breeze is playing games with his curls. Suddenly it came to me, that I might have been a bit thirsty and I started analyzing that feeling. Did not stop untill he very quietly cackled. "Ehm?" "Ahh... nothing. Just the hair tickles me in face." His eyes were closed. I reached for the disobedient curl and softly placed it back, where it belonged. Tips of my fingers took advantage of that and without my wanting slipped by his face, almost not touching it. Another deep sip of water.

It took just a spit of a second for my inhibits to fire. They were mercifull and did not take me down this time. I just moved a bit back and took a large smile. He opened his eyes and smiled too. We both laughed at the moment. Relief.
We got up and walked away, like if nothing has happened. Maybe it was so.