It’s true.

We are old friends. Alone. I am in his room watching a movie. I don’t know what it’s about. I can only stare at his lips.

I go to the bathroom. I take off my bra and shorts. My shirt is see-through. He looks at me, smiles and sits up. I sit on the bed. We stare at each other, and unconsciously move closer until the tips of our noses are almost touching.

“What do you want?” he asks.

“You.” I say, and he kisses me.

It’s passionate, it’s wild. It’s hot. He puts his hand on my head, messing up my already tangled hair. I take off his shirt, barely breaking up the kiss. I put my hands on his chest and slowly slide them to his belt.

He takes off my underwear. It’s lost now. I don’t care. He lays me down on the bed and by the time he kisses me again, he is completely naked. He takes off my shirt, and now there is not a single piece of clothing separating our bodies.

“Tell me you love me,” I say. “I don’t care if it’s not true.”

“No.” He says. “You don’t want love. You want sex.”

I smile. It’s true.



Kiss on the cheek

I kissed him. Part of him, anyway. 

He watched the movie, amidst the darkness of the room. I looked at him, once, twice and then decided to stare.

His eyes focused on the screen while I got lost into the bright reflection shinning off from them. I looked at his nose… His mouth. My lips wanted his lips, my hands wanted his brown wavy hair, my eyes wanted uninterrupted blackness.

We were friends… Just friends. 

I got closer… A little bit. Then a little more. Then I kissed his cheek. He turned rapidly to look at me.

“What was that for?” He asked.

I shrugged and scolded myself for being such a coward. Kiss him. This will be your only chance to do it! I kept thinking, but my body never reacted.

Maybe that could have changed everything.

Maybe it was never meant to happen.