“You kiss like a gay girl,”
Maya pulls my hips closer to hers.
“That’s a good thing.”
I’m flattered, even though I don’t know what she means.
Maya is confident and gentle. She runs her fingers down my side, brushing them lightly against my zipper. I have all my clothes on, but I imagine her fingers are warm.
“Have you done this before?” she asks.
She has grey eyes.
“I mean, I’ve made out with girls before…but, no. I...