And it could be so perfect…

The cold wind in your hair replaced by fingertips hot against your scalp. Lips on yours, insistent, intuitive. His eyes centimeters from your own.

At that distance he’d be too close for either of you to misunderstand. Maybe that's all you really need.

Just get close enough so you won’t be able to deny it anymore.

It wouldn't be hard.

Slide down the rail to him. Don't break the silence.

He's looking at you in a way that's already pulling you there. It's impossible to stop. He's too close already, and you're still smiling.