Aida tilts her lips up for a chaste kiss. To show her who’s boss, I seize her by the shoulders and kiss her roughly, forcing my tongue into her mouth. Her lips and tongue taste sweet. Tart and fresh. Like something I haven’t tasted in a very long time . . . Strawberries. I can already feel my tongue going numb. My throat starts to swell, my breath coming out in a whistle. The church whirls around me in a kaleidoscope of color, as I slump to the floor. That fucking BITCH!
BYEEEE
