Kissing Willa feels like the bravest thing I’ve ever done. The bravest … and also the most dangerous. I’ve counted no costs, run no risk analysis. Zero projections for long-term success. The only thought in my head as my mouth moves hungrily against hers is Why did I wait so long? Not as in, so long since we’ve been in this bathroom, but why—and how—did I wait so long in my adult life, how did I live without this kiss? Without Willa?
