You are playing spin the bottle at a party.
Normal party things, right?
All normal, except for the fact that your crush is there.
The gorgeous blonde you have been in love with for months.
You are worried about what will happen if you spin and land on her, or she spins and lands on you.
She might back out.
Or act all disgusted.
She's straight anyway.
Right?
"Y/N!" A voice jolts you from your thoughts. "It's your turn."
Right. It's your turn to spin the bottle.
You proceed as normal.
The bottle spins quickly, before slowing down and coming to a stop.
You look up to see who it landed on.
Your heart is racing.
It's her.
Your eyes widen. Your heart is racing.
What will she do?
She smirks. "You know I'm gay, right?" She asks.
"I- you- you are?" You stammer. Get it together. You tell yourself.
She moves forward, towards you, and before you know it, her lips are on yours.
At this moment, nothing else but her matters.
Her soft lips, tasting of vanilla chapstick,
The passionate way her tongue danced inside your mouth,
And the way she twirled your long hair in her fingers.
This was everything you wanted and more.
You wanted to live this moment forever.
And you did.
You dated her until college graduation.
Then, you got married.
You loved her more then anyone else in the world.
She was your everything.
You new you would be fine, as long as she was by your side.
As long as you still knew her passionate kisses, and the aggressive yet gentle way she made out with you.
