Carrie storms back over to Charlotte and Samantha
"Well, that really improved the situation," she says.
"Oh, Carrie," says Charlotte, looking sympathetic.
"And you know what the worst part is?" Carrie continues. "The worst part is, I just know this is going to get back to Berger and he's going to be all 'I always thought she was a bit psycho. Thank God I dumped her when I did.' Way to go with the dignified break up." She drains her glass of champagne and refills it from the bottle on the tray. As she replaces the bottle, she feels Samantha's hand covering hers.
Samantha glances over at Berger's friends on the other side of the room, and then back at her.
"C'mon - let's really give Berger and his friends something to talk about."
Carrie's seen that unmistakeable glint in Samantha's eye before, but she's not used to it being turned on her. Perhaps it's the champagne, or perhaps not, but Carrie suddenly feels a bit lightheaded.
It's like Britney and Madonna, she tells herself, just a bit of fun between friends. That makes it okay to lean in towards Samantha; to close her eyes as their lips meet; to open her mouth and tentatively extend her tongue. Carrie feels a little shock pass through her. The inside of Samantha's mouth is soft, so soft, and the kiss is breathlessly tender. Part of Carrie is surprised at this; most of her is silent with the wonder of it.
They break apart. Carrie's heart is pounding and she feels slightly flushed.
"Not bad," says Samantha, licking her lips slightly and not breaking eye contact. "A little more practise and you could have any woman in New York with that kiss."
Carrie laughs, trying to sound casual, and looks away, not wanting to reveal her feelings, not even really sure what her feelings are.
But she knows that tonight she'll be replaying the memory of that kiss over and over in her mind.
"Well, that really improved the situation," she says.
"Oh, Carrie," says Charlotte, looking sympathetic.
"And you know what the worst part is?" Carrie continues. "The worst part is, I just know this is going to get back to Berger and he's going to be all 'I always thought she was a bit psycho. Thank God I dumped her when I did.' Way to go with the dignified break up." She drains her glass of champagne and refills it from the bottle on the tray. As she replaces the bottle, she feels Samantha's hand covering hers.
Samantha glances over at Berger's friends on the other side of the room, and then back at her.
"C'mon - let's really give Berger and his friends something to talk about."
Carrie's seen that unmistakeable glint in Samantha's eye before, but she's not used to it being turned on her. Perhaps it's the champagne, or perhaps not, but Carrie suddenly feels a bit lightheaded.
It's like Britney and Madonna, she tells herself, just a bit of fun between friends. That makes it okay to lean in towards Samantha; to close her eyes as their lips meet; to open her mouth and tentatively extend her tongue. Carrie feels a little shock pass through her. The inside of Samantha's mouth is soft, so soft, and the kiss is breathlessly tender. Part of Carrie is surprised at this; most of her is silent with the wonder of it.
They break apart. Carrie's heart is pounding and she feels slightly flushed.
"Not bad," says Samantha, licking her lips slightly and not breaking eye contact. "A little more practise and you could have any woman in New York with that kiss."
Carrie laughs, trying to sound casual, and looks away, not wanting to reveal her feelings, not even really sure what her feelings are.
But she knows that tonight she'll be replaying the memory of that kiss over and over in her mind.