I dare you to kiss me
What would it be like, to kiss her?
Chloe finds herself wondering.
Would it be like kissing a relative, expected, reluctant?
Would it be like kissing a boy, slightly hard, fumbling hands, scrambling to find purchase?
Would it be like kissing any other girl, softer, yielding, but knowing?
Or would it be like the movies? With the fireworks bursting behind eyelids, as whatever pop song that is sure to be chart-topping the month following its release starts playing in the background. Magical. Right. Destined.
Chloe knew happily-ever-after rarely lasted.
Like her mother and father, or Rachel's parents, divorced.
But she and Max had promised each other forever. Not exactly in the same context as what Chloe contemplated now, but what was the difference between spending your life with a lover, and with your best friend.
Well, if you were lucky, nothing.
Chloe wanted to be lucky, but if poker nights with Frank and his buddies had taught her anything, it was that Chloe wasn't all that lucky.
Still, perhaps after all it had taken from her, the universe would see fit to grant her this one thing.
"I dare you to kiss me."
I tried something a little different. The next installment will be a direct continuation of this scene, don't worry. I'll explain more there.