Keep Calm, Stick to the Story

 
In the flow of the story, I stop, stumbling over your gaze.
Before I can frame the "wh-" of "what?" you kiss me,
demanding all the oxygen in the room.

You smile into my lips, my squeak-sigh amusing you.
Under my hand is the heat and thud in your chest.
Well, alright then... where was I? Oh, yes...