Fireworks

Only the almost-whispered answer was so beautiful that his heart skipped a beat and his throat tightened painfully. This beautiful face, these wonderful eyes and delightful lips expressed absolute honesty - at that moment in Dominik's life there was no one other than him, Andrzej.

"I'm sorry to doubt you."

Śliwiński shook his head.

"It's all because we got involved in media intrigues. All these articles, these rumors, confuse our heads. Only will you forgive me? That my lips were touching others?"

Andrzej saw yesterday's scene in the rain and felt unpleasant.

It was she who kissed him, he told himself.

There were no fireworks.

There weren't even sparks.

Because she's not him.

He touched the actor's mouth with his thumb.

Those lips were touching other strangers yesterday. Not his. But there were no fireworks then.

He put his lips to them. Gently, hesitantly.