That’s what I kept reminding myself. It was just a kiss between two strangers. Two semi-drunk strangers under the glow of the full moon as the clock struck midnight on New Year’s, but nevertheless, just a kiss.
A kiss that made my toes curl, my hands sweat and knees weak. A kiss that would forever ruin kisses from any other man so long as I was alive.
But when all was said and done, it was just a kiss.