We

Wow, you're a beautiful woman, I say after she says something about not finding herself attractive.

"Obviously," she says, "we think like that, or we wouldn't be here."

Leaning in closer, I stumble on the word it. It. It.

"Is there something you want to say?"

Yes, it, it bothers me that you don't find yourself beautiful, because I've spent all night thinking about kissing you.

"Why shouldn't you?"

Why shouldn't I want to kiss you?

"Why shouldn't you kiss me?"

Still leaning in, I stay statue still, and she turns her head away.

Gently, my hand moves forward, my fingers lightly touching her on the cheek, and her head turns.

We kiss.