It’s a lazy afternoon in Natalie’s trailer, the air thick with the golden light streaming through dusty windows.

You let out a slow breath, the smoke swirling around you, feeling the peaceful haze settle in. You take another hit and hand it over to Natalie, your fingers brushing briefly. There's something in her eyes, but it's gone before you can make sense of it.

“You know,” you begin, voice too casual, “I’ve never been kissed.”

Natalie raises an eyebrow, a soft, amused smile tugging at her lips. She takes a long drag. “Really? Not even once?”

You shake your head, suddenly feeling exposed. The idea of someone kissing you always seemed out of reach.

Natalie leans back, idly tracing the rim of her mug, her smile turning teasing. “Well,” she says playfully, “if you want to practice... I could help with that.”

You blink, confused. Her eyes are mischievous, but there’s something warm there too. She’s a little high, but it doesn’t seem like a joke.

“Practice?” you echo.

She shrugs, her grin widening. “We’re friends. And no one’s around.” She takes another drag, the mood light but with an undercurrent you can’t quite place. Natalie tilts her head, her expression softening. “It’s simple,” she says, her voice slow. “I’ll just show you. No pressure. Just a kiss. Nothing more.”

Silence stretches as you process her words. It feels right — no pressure, just patience. You nod, your heart fluttering. “Okay,” you whisper.

Natalie smiles, leans closer, and brushes her thumb over your cheek. Her touch is gentle, and the space between you feels charged. She hovers a breath away, her lips just a whisper from yours. Then, with a soft tilt of her head, she closes the gap, her lips brushing yours in the most tentative kiss.

It’s slow, tender, and it makes your heart race. The world narrows down to just the two of you in the trailer.

She pulls back, her eyes searching yours. “How was that?” she asks softly.