— it’s past the limit of how long friends hug. but i don’t want to let go.
i never want to let go.
jordan feels so right in my arms.
but there’s something i want even more.
i loosen my arms a little bit and he backs up just an inch or two and he looks up at me. his eyes sparkle in the light and i can see a question behind those clear, brown eyes. he knows something is different.
with the alcohol pushing my decisions, i angle my head in and kiss him.
he puts his hands on my chest like he’s ready to push me away, but i keep kissing him, even though 