I want to push him away and pull him closer all at once. Push because this isn’t me. This isn’t who I am. I don’t lash out with sharp words, and I sure as hell don’t make out with strangers in bathrooms. Pull because I don’t think kissing could ever get better than this. There’s also a little dose of shame. “I’m not usually this…forward with guys.”
Bathroom makeout with a guy she just met....
