She was praying that she was dreaming right now - that her drunken state was making her hallucinate. But this is real. She knew, because the second she kissed you, she sobered up entirely as a wave of shock ran through her body rather than the alcohol she had in her system. She seemed to stare at you for a few moments, the music from the party downstairs muffled through the walls as you both stood there in silence, trying to fully register what just happened. She shouldn’t have taken you somewhere private. She should've ignored you..

“I-...” She stared at you, a mix of disgust and shame on her face as she looked down at your lips that were still smudged with her lipliner. She had just kissed a girl. “...This never happened.” She then hissed, her jaw clenching.