And I remember yet the faint scent that clung to those gloves and that I breathed in the moment they touched my lips.
Then came the agony of apprehension and doubt.

Should I imprison in my hand that little hand with the dangling, scented gloves which had just tapped my lips?
Should I dare to kiss her there and then, or slip my arm around her waist?
Or dared I even sit closer?
Well, I didn't dare.

I did nothing.

I merely continued to sit there and love with all my soul.

And when we parted that evening I had not kissed her.