We met under the stairs during group therapy.
She wore the deep green dress that brought out her eyes.
We talked until we couldn’t get any more words out.
She kissed me.
On the lips.
It wasn’t the kiss that bothered me,
She was an amazing kisser.
It wasn’t her fingers climbing up my thigh,
I didn’t mind it.
It was the fact that I liked it.
I liked the kiss with Zoe.
I liked the kiss with a girl.
I liked it.
I really, really did like it.
And that scared me more than anything.