Eddie Munson

Eddie is leaning against the trailer table when I walk in. He slowly looks up, as if he already knew I was coming.

"Am I interrupting something?" I said, staring intently at Eddie. He smiled slightly.

-No. … —Actually, I was just thinking about you. He walked toward me without hurrying. He stopped too close; our breaths almost mingled.

—That doesn't sound very innocent.

—I never said it was. He stared at me. He didn't blink.

—Tell me you don't feel this way and I'll stop here. I opened my mouth to reply, but I couldn't say anything. Eddie sighed, as if he had grown tired of waiting.

"Damn..." he said softly before taking my chin between two fingers, barely, as if asking a wordless question... and before I could react, he stole a kiss. It was short. Soft. Too intense to last so little time. He walked away immediately, breathing heavily.

—Okay. He nervously runs his tongue over his lip. —That wasn't in the plan. He looks at me, searching for my reaction.

—If you tell me it was a mistake, I swear I'll pretend to be insane and we'll go back to normal. … —But you're not saying anything… He took another half step towards me.

—I don't promise to behave.