How does she keep doing things like that like it's nothing?
I watched her for a second too long, the way she sat there so calm, so unbothered, like she hadn't just unraveled something inside me with a single kiss. Like she didn't just flip my entire world upside down and then act normal afterward.
I tried to get up, my head already feeling light, my thoughts moving slower than my body wanted them to.
She grabbed my arm.
"Where are you going?" she asked.
Her touch alone sent a strange wave through me—warm, grounding, dangerous all at once.
I looked at her again, really looked at her, and I wondered how someone could so effortlessly break me down without even trying. Without even knowing.
"Nowhere," I muttered, my voice quieter than I intended as I sat back down beside her.
We ate the brownies in silence after that.
Not the comfortable kind. Not the awkward kind either. It was heavy, charged, like the air between us was thick with things neither of us was brave enough to say out loud.
By the time we finished the brownies, I could literally feel the ground under me moving, like the room was gently swaying back and forth. My limbs felt loose, my thoughts fuzzy around the edges.
I was high as shit.
And all I could do was hope—no, pray—that I wouldn't do something stupid. Or worse… something honest.
"Ummm," I heard Keisha say softly.
"What? What's wrong?" I asked, turning to face her. The movement made my head spin slightly, but seeing her steadied me somehow.
She hesitated, fingers twisting together in her lap.
"I'm sorry for kissing you earlier," she said, her eyes fixed on the bedspread. "I don't know why I did that."
Was she embarrassed?
Of course she was.
With the way I'd reacted earlier, I'd be surprised if she wasn't. I'd practically run away like she'd committed some kind of crime instead of doing something I'd been secretly thinking about since the moment I saw her.
I really don't know why I freaked out.
Maybe fear. Maybe habit. Maybe the years of being told what I should and shouldn't want.
I reached for her hand before I could overthink it. My heart was pounding so loudly I was sure she could hear it.
"Don't be," I said gently. "You kind of did what I was probably too scared to do."
She finally looked up at me then.
"Really?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
I nodded.
And this time, I didn't run.
I leaned in and kissed her.
It wasn't rushed or hesitant. It felt intentional, like something clicking into place. She kissed me back immediately, her hand sliding into my hair, fingers tightening just enough to make my breath hitch.
I don't know if it was the brownies or the weed, but that might have just been the best kiss of my life.
Everything felt amplified—the warmth of her lips, the softness of her touch, the way my entire body reacted like it had been waiting for this exact moment.
Fireworks went off in my head, and shivers ran through every part of me. I felt light and heavy at the same time, like I was floating but also being pulled closer to her.
I drew her closer without even thinking about it.
The kiss deepened naturally, unplanned but inevitable. We shifted, moving up the bed in the middle of it, trying to get comfortable without breaking contact. When we finally pulled apart, it was only long enough for her to lie back.
I hovered over her, my hands braced on either side of her, and we went right back to kissing—slower now, deeper, like we were both testing how far this feeling could go.
She smiled against my lips, and that alone nearly ruined me.
As she reached up, her fingers brushing the hem of her shirt, the door suddenly flew open.
"What the fuck?!"
We both shouted at the same time, snapping our heads toward the door.