It was terribly awkward.
He wrapped his arms around my waist and without warning,
placed his chapped lips on my virginal ones.
I pulled back and scrunched up my nose.
"That wasn't too good, was it?"
"No, not really."
"Can I do it again?"
The second time was better.
He had run his tongue over his lips this time.
It didn't matter anyway.
He wasn't the one I wanted to be kissing.
It was always him.
Maybe it always will be, in some part of my mind.