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I was holding my drink in hand, eyeing the bar out of the corner of my eye.
One specific person caught my eye. She was a redhead, rolling her eyes at something one of her companions (friends?) had said. She had a cigarette in one hand, and one was in the pocket of her jeans. She was carrying herself with confidence I wished I could have.
I did not realise I was staring at her.
She did, however.
She stood up and approached me.
My brain malfunctioned.
"Looking at something, hottie?"
Ok no- my brain literally stopped working.
Soft skin.
Red lips.
They looked so kissable.
I said something in reply and she said something but I was zoned out the whole time (was I checking this random girl out?) but before I knew what was happening, her lips were on mine.
I felt like I was on fire, returning her passion with every cell of my body.
It felt so wrong.
...It felt so right.
I tried to tell myself it hadn't meant anything, I had just gotten brave with a drink in hand.
It really did not mean anything.
I was not- not gay or anything like that.
I put my head in my hands as the reality of what happened sunk in.
'I kissed a girl', I thought, mortified, 'and I liked it!'
This realisation brought about yet another realisation.
If I like girls, then I liked girls.
There was nothing I could do about that.
"Well," I said out loud, touching my lips where she kissed me, "Hope my boyfriend don't mind it".
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