Alan was a friend, nothing more. You two harbor more, love. Your a guy, he is too. Hard to believe he wasn’t straight after years of being the ladies man. You were coming back from the bar, in the parking lot. You were joking together. There was a pause of silence and he leaned in and kissed you.

“I kissed a boy…” he whispers. “And I liked it…the taste of your cherry red lipstick…”

he had your lipstick on the corner of his mouth, your lips imprinted in cherry red on his mouth.