I Got My Girl
“Come on. We don’t have to make out. It’s just a small kiss. I want to try it out.” I sigh and look at my best friend since 4th grade. She was gorgeous, brown hair, brown eyes, white smile. She was straight. Me? I was gay. She knows this. We were in the middle of a sleepover when she had brought up kissing a girl. I’ve had a crush on her since I realized I liked girls. Once I told her, she was accepting and caring. But she didn’t realize all I wanted to do was kiss her. Now, we’re 18 and she wanted to kiss me. She sat cross legged across from me in her short pajama shorts and a spaghetti strap cami on her bed. I bite my lip and sigh. “I don’t …