dis•cre•tion

/dəˈskreSH(ə)n/

noun

1. the quality of behaving or speaking in such a way as to avoid causing offense or revealing private information.

2. the freedom to decide what should be done in a particular situation.

#913

#913

Tucked under his arm, she called out his name.

“Yeah?”

She let the silence hang between them for a few moments while she worked up her nerve.

“Can I kiss you?” And not even a beat passed before he pressed his lips against hers.

Baby, can I do it, can I do it to you, can I kiss you baby? – Baby Let Me Kiss You by Fern Kinney

#049

#049

She liked the way
he said Chicago
and she liked the way
he said her name.

I never knew you could hold moonlight in your hands ’til the night I held you – Moonlight by Ariana Grande

#824

#824

All at once she could no longer stand the longing building inside her. Her entire body ached in anticipation of the next moment.

“Please,” she begged under the weight of him.

And he gave into her.

She marveled at the pleasure on his face when he realized the extent of her desire.

All at once she could no longer stand the anxiety building inside her. Her entire body froze in anticipation of the next moment.

“Please,” she begged under the weight of him.

But he said it anyway.

She flinched at the pain on his face when he realized that she couldn’t say it back.

There is no need to say you love me, it would be better left unsaid – Say You’ll Be There by The Spice Girls

#702

#702

“I’m a handful,” she announces with an exaggerated shrug.

He looks unfazed as he stretches his hands wide, waves them at her, and says,
“I have big hands.”

I know you used to love me, but that was yesterdayLover, Lover by Jerrod Niemann

#326

#326

If she tries hard enough, she can still feel his breath in her hair and his heart quickening beneath her cheek as she deliberately dances her fingertips in slow circles on his skin.

Well, we’re doin’ mighty fine, I do suppose, in our streak of lightnin’ cars and fancy clothes – Man in Black by Johnny Cash

#718

#718

I take every opportunity to tilt my chin up to the moon—never wanting to miss my chance to glimpse the stars and say goodnight.

Give my love to a shooting starShooting Stars by Bag Raiders

#520

#520

There we sat, the chair too small for the two of us to share, legs pressed together from hip to knee. Your arm wrapped around me. Hands in my hair. Lips in my ear.

You made me laugh the whole night through.

He watched us the entire time from across the room and texted me that night to say he wanted to be the one to make me smile like that. He said he could hear my pretty laugh all day and never grow tired of it.

Dive bar on the East Side, where you at? – Delicate by Taylor Swift

#312

#312

She drew in a deep breath and noticed, for the first time in a long time, she could actually fill her lungs.

Meet me in Chicago, down by the water line; step across the gold coast, to my heart and to your wine – Chicago by Mat Kearney

#093

#093

“Give me those pretty lips,” he says as he licks his own. 

Two fingers under my chin, he tilts my head back and leans in.

I just want your extra time and your kiss — Kiss by Prince

#004

#004

There’s nothing quite like a hot, sunny day in Portland. When the air thickens and the days stay lighter longer once again, I always find myself thinking about you and our first summer together. I think it’s because it’s one of the few times I have experienced the feeling of falling in love.

The sensation of falling in love with you still lingers in my body after all these years. It’s akin to the songs stored so deep in my mind’s depths that I can’t remember a single lyric to, but somehow, when the music starts up, I know and can’t help but sing every word.

When the weather turns in this tiny town, and I turn up the sounds of the 90s, I find myself transported to your bed–drowsy under the warmth of the sun pouring through the glass door to your patio. I’m tracing letters on your arms, drawing circles on your back.

We spent the better part of those long summer days sundrenched and slick with sweat–languidly tangling and disentangling our bodies until we were love-drunk, and spent, and begging for sleep.

Our relationship was young and unruly like us. We were destined for heartbreak and heartache from the start, but that didn’t stop us from trying.  That first summer with you though, that was something. Felt like flying.

There’s every good reason for letting you go — Never Let You Go by Third Eye Blind