I wanted to kiss her the moment she opened her door, but instead, feeling brave, I sided step her small frame and went into her room.
She redecorated, but I didn't have the time to observe all that she changed before turning to her, as she looked at me with a stone-cold stare.
"Did you know that your brother likes boys?" It came out crass, perhaps I could have worded it better but at that moment I was just happy I didn't mention Dane.
She closed the door.
"You came here to out my brother to me." She sounded nonchalant but I still could not pinpoint if she indeed knew.
She was walking past me when I took the liberty of grasping her arm. She stopped and didn't react with using her power on me, which I took as a good sign.
I leaned forward. The kiss was brief but it relieved an unknown tension that existed in my heart for the past year.
I honestly didn't know what I was doing and I hated acting emotionally in any instance, but the relief I felt was enough to not make me regret what I just did.
I let go of her arm, but she didn't walk away, instead standing near me.
"Was that what you came for?" She voiced.
I silently wondered if she was referring back to her earlier statement or the kiss.
I hated feeling vulnerable. I hate feeling powerless and desperate, but the possibility of relief was too enticing for me to ignore and walk away.
So I said, "We don't have to talk about this tomorrow," before leaning in.