"Well... I've just been... Trying to find 'the one', I guess."

I couldn't help but stare at his perfectly sculpted lips as he spoke. Those lips that haunted my thoughts day and night. Unconsciously, I my own lips, flicking my tongue over the plump flesh and wetting the surface. In a struggle to control myself I swallowed the lump that had formed in my throat, bobbing up and down with every nervous breath that invaded my lungs.

Choosing my words carefully, I spoke. "Have you... Found that person?"

"I don't know... Have I?"