I'm kissing a guy.
That's a thing that's happening right now. In front of approximately fifty people.
Because a parrot told us to.
His lips are soft, which is my second thought. Softer than I expected, though I'm not sure what I expected. I'm not sure I expected anything because I wasn't planning on kissing a guy today. Or ever.
We're just... pressed together. Lips on lips. No movement.
Like two mannequins someone posed.
Devon shifts slightly, adjusting the angle, and somehow that makes it less awkward. His lips move against mine—just a little, testing—and without thinking, I respond.
Oh, this isn't so bad.
I was genuinely afraid I'd feel nauseous. That my body would reject this on some fundamental level because men don't kiss men, or at leastIdon't kiss men. Except apparently I do now.
But there's no nausea. No revulsion. It just feels like... a kiss.
Not different from any other kiss I've had, and yeah, it doesn't hurt that Devon's compact-sized, because if a bird ordered me to kiss someone my size, I'd just flip him off and run.
Devon's hand comes up to my chest—just resting there, palm flat over my sternum—and the warmth of it seeps through my shirt.
My hand moves on its own, sliding to the back of his neck. His hair is soft between my fingers. His skin is warm.
We're still kissing.
We should stop kissing.
But I'm not stopping and he's not stopping, and now his lips are parting slightly, and—
Oh, fuck, tongue.
Devon's tongue traces my bottom lip, and my mouth opens before I can consciously stop it. His tongue slides against mine, and I'm kissing him back, properly, like this is something I know how to do.
Which apparently I do.
With a guy.
Huh.
But it's fine, still I'm fine. Everything's fine.
His fingers curl into my shirt, gripping the fabric, and my hand on his neck tightens in his hair—when did I grab his hair?—and we're making out now. Full-on making out. In the middle of the bar. Because of a bird.
This is insane.
This is—
Umm.
Wait.
Now there's this feeling.
I know this feeling.
Oh, God, please, please tell me I'm fucking hallucinating right now and that damn feeling isn't what I think it is, or what I know it is but I’m currently trying to negotiate away.
