Practicing the Craft-- Prose Style

I left the room-- questioning-- what the hell just happened?! I didn't even turn around to see his reaction! My lips were on his.. not moving.. not knowing what to do. Puckering up more-- finishing this so called kiss! No one has ever sung to me before.. not that you could call this singing because he keeps stopping. Every. Damn. Second. Making sure he was playing the right chord. Making sure I am paying attention. Smiling! That is all I could do was smile. Serenaded! Intoxicated! More Drunk on this moment-- or the alcohol?-- I could not tell-- nor did I want to! Intoxicated. Serenaded. Kiss. -- That just happened!