At a crowded bar, she followed me, kissing me in a bathroom stall.
She explored my body with her lips, and her hands traveled south, unzipping a road traveled less in the winter, like a vacation to a place I couldn’t afford.
I’m freaking out because she’s kind of into me. She said so herself.
A girl I never knew I’d love threw herself at my feet, puking vodka between lipstick staining my neck.
I can’t stop calling.
She can’t stop me from peeking at the nudes she sent me last night.
I’ve never met a girl like her before.
Friends, we can’t be, I told her straight.
I opened the door to see she knew where I lived.
(© 2022 AC)