Not My Fault

I wanted something, something that would indicate to him that I wanted to take our relationship to the next level, so not only did I kiss him, but I french kissed him. I was a little nervous about it, but he didn’t seem to mind, actually I think he liked it.

Well good.
Because I did too.

I’m not sure how long we were there. It felt strange having people walk by us and just sort of.. stare. Even if it were only for a few seconds, it was uncomfortable. Not that being with him was weird, no, it’s just that I felt like I was cheating on my best friend.

But it’s not my fault we like each other, I mean, she could’ve asked him first!


Not my fault.

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