From Singapore to the World: A Journey of Lesbian Love Across The Globe

Chapter 4.1: When Things Shifted

By our third meet-up, things started to shift beyond just friendship. That night, we walked to Marcy, and I found myself reaching out to hold her hand. It felt natural, but there was something off too—like we were drifting into a place that wasn't fully defined. We weren't just friends anymore, but we weren't really anything else either.

As we walked, she casually mentioned her past flings with guys, and I remember feeling a pang of frustration. If I were a guy on a date with her, would she be telling me this? It felt strange, like she didn't realize—or didn't care—how her words came across. But I didn't want to ruin the mood, so I brushed it off and kept walking.

At the end of the evening, she said she was going to call a taxi to get home, but I offered to drive her. The tension between us had been building all night, and as we drove, I could feel it reach its peak. At one point, I glanced over at her, and she was already looking at me. Our eyes locked, and without thinking, we leaned in for a kiss. It was impulsive, electric even, like we'd both been waiting for this moment.

As we kissed, I noticed a couple in the car next to us, staring through the windshield. I pulled back, whispering, *"Someone's watching."*

She shrugged and said, *"I don't care,"* and leaned in again.

We continued kissing, the moment intensifying as my hands explored her body. Her warmth, her soft moans—it all filled the car, making the space feel smaller, more intimate. My hands moved over her breasts, teasing her nipples, her body arching toward me in response. It was thrilling, exciting in a way that made every touch feel electric. Each kiss grew more urgent as I stopped at every traffic light, stealing moments in the red-light pauses, making the night feel even more charged.