He tossed his cigarette to the ground and pushed off the courtyard wall, exhaling tendrils of smoke towards me. It gathered around my flushed cheeks and goosebumps rose on my skin. "What do you want from me?"
His azure eyes searched mine as my breath turned to mist between us. "You." I whispered. "I want you".
He let out a shuddering breath and slowly, hesitantly, like a mother holding her babe for the first time, his lips met mine. The taste of tea and tobacco blended as our tongues danced together, a secret waltz fading into the dark winter night.