I would stand here at the door with Sara and say ‘good night,’ and ‘take care,’ ‘see ya tomorrow,’ ‘get home safe—’ When what I really wanted to do was plant her a big, fat, wet one. Square on the lips. Nothing confusing about it. She wouldn’t have to think, ‘Maybe Callie meant to kiss me on the cheek and … missed.’ You know, just right there. Not between friends. Not a friendly kiss, at all. Bigger. So she’d know. She’d know for sure.
Callie Pax, in Stop Kiss by Diana Son (via queerbetweenthelines)
so cute i love this :)