i should've kissed you

It was the last warm night of September, we were up on the roof of her building. The party was still going two floors down. She was flying out at seven and neither of us mentioned it once.

She'd taken her shoes off. At some point she stopped talking and turned, and she was close. Closer than before. She just waited there...

I said something about her flight.

She laughed. There was a pause. We went back downstairs...