We ride up an escalator in a busy mall, heading somewhere but enjoying the ride too. You stand one step above me. I rest my face against your chest and I smell the scent that melts my stomach to the floor. All ten of my toes clench to catch the feeling. They wiggle and wave to let me know I’m okay. I lift my face and my eyes reach toward yours, glowing as their warmth dries my throat. I swallow, smile and look away for fear my heart might jump out through my eyes at you.
“What?” You ask, lifting my chin back toward you. I squeeze my eyes and push my chin down.
“Nothing.” I whisper. You feel the resistance.
“You like me.” You tease.
“Nope.” I’m not lying. I love you.
“It’s okay. I like you too.”
We step off the escalator in the same place we were when we got on.