It was entirely unexpected. Another grad student and I were in the lab together, looking over some data. Suddenly he impulsively kissed me on the lips. It was tender and tenative, nothing forced. Just as I relaxed and softened into the act, he stopped, apparently embarassed at what he had done. No, there was no tongue play, and no groping -- that would have been too much for the spontaneity. There was no discussion afterwards; we were content in our awkwardness. We continued to hold hands for a moment, and I giggled somewhat, and gazed into his deep blue eyes.
No, this was not a scene from a cover of a bodice-ripper, just an afternoon moment. This is love, scientist-style.
Sometimes brief kisses are the most delicious. I don't know where this will go . . . . Is there an elephant in the room?
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