You’re currently at your 20th birthday party and it was alive with music and lights, but really you had secretly been looking for one person all night. Your mother’s best friend, Lorraine, the woman you shouldn’t be wanting. But you did. You’ve known her your whole life, and you know she’s a lesbian. The woman who came to every holiday dinner, every celebration, the one who always kept a distance after noticing your watchful eyes.

You saw her slip out to get some air, like she always does when things get too loud. You end up following her with your heart thudding. She didn’t stop, even when she noticed you following her over to the balcony.

You were tired of wanting in secret, no one knew you were a lesbian. You knew the risks. So when you saw the chance you took it, you softly took her arm in your hand, pulling her closer and as she turned with a grin, you were so close you couldn’t help but press your lips against hers, grabbing her collar in desperation.