I was tangled up in my mind, contemplating whether or not I should kiss him at the end of the night, and if so, if that kiss would be:
a) cheek
b) lips
or c) with tongue,
when he dove into me, kissing me, his hands all over me but not in a gross way, just gently, and like they belonged there. So I let him, because suddenly, and surprisingly, kissing someone else not-Eli, I didn’t feel grossed out, sick, and sad, like I thought I would. It was so weird, and unexpected, but I felt like I belonged there and like maybe, I could one day, someday, be happy.
*Names have been changed
