ALEKSANDER
I couldn’t.
I swear I tried but the more she talked, the more I realized she was on my lap and the more she played with my hair, the more—I couldn’t hold back.
I don’t care about the consequences. I don’t care how inappropriate this is, I just—I had to kiss her. I needed to kiss Jessica and when I did, I knew nothing would ever be the same again.
That we, would never be the same again.
My father once told me, no kiss was perfect. That fairytales were setting us up for failure but 6months later when he kissed my mother at their vow renewal, he said the songs knew better and to believe them instead.
I was confused and nauseous because they French kissed in front of us but as Jessica climbs my lap and runs her fingers through my gel infested hair to reach my neck, I fina
