We both giggled and I found her holding my hand. She looked into my eyes and said softly, “I’m very attracted to you Hazel.” We looked at each o...her without saying anything; her lips were parted, her eyes on mine and then on my mouth, willing the kiss. I was powerless and guided by her hand, which was caressing my hair around the back of my head, found myself compelled towards the waiting mouth. My lips met hers, moist, warm and soft. I felt our lipsticks smudge as our kiss deepened, tongues. Why should I be afraid of what they would say if we had a kid? Shouldn’t I be more afraid of what they would say about knowing what we have done already?”“That’s what I tried to tell you,” Rory says, her voice cracking. With the palm of her hand, she wipes tears from her cheeks. It is clear from the expression on her face that she is compromised by melancholy and self-loathing as Chance. She coughs a little to clear her throat. “I’m sorry I pressure you about it without really taking the time. Our TV is in the drawing room and the drawing room is the first room when you enter the home, and most of my times my parents used to keep the front door open. In the summers of Kolkata, I used to roam about shirtless and I have a very good physique, because its really hot here. One day, I saw someone staring at me from outside and just as I went to check she ran away, I did not pay much heed to that incident and I let it pass, but since then I used to keep my eyes open for another such. I'm from the country so I don't visit the inner city oftenMe:Exactly, so it's different for both of us! Otherwise, either one of us would be like a tour guide with all the pressure of suggesting fun things. This way we both just make it up as we go!So, now we're tipsy (at a minimum), we might find ourselves in a sweaty dance-pit covered in spilt drinks but too caught up in it to care.The crowd is a little too packed, so we're right up next to each other.Hands start to wanderHer:Mmm yesMe:You.