I kissed a guy at a bar after he complained about his girlfriend. He’d been nursing his drink, frustration clear in his eyes as he recounted their latest argument. The words just spilled out, and before I knew it, our lips met. It was impulsive, driven by the raw honesty of the moment. For a brief second, everything else faded away. Then reality snapped back, and he pulled away, a mix of surprise and guilt on his face.
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