So if we're in the mood to kiss, then sure that's what we'll do. But friend, do friends kiss? No, they don't. Do friends hold hands? No, they don't. But if we're in the mood maybe we'll cross that line.
So I put on a slinky black dress. As I zipped it up in the back and put on my heels, putting just the right amount of make up on and a touch of perfume right on the collar bone, I ran these potential scenarios through my head. I wanted to make him look twice and forget that we were just friends.
I went to the club in the mood, and hoping to see my friend, and I did. I saw him look at another girl the way he used to look at me, I saw him hold her hand, and buy her drinks. I saw him put his arm around her waist and kiss her, and introduce her to his friends, and I saw him walk right past me and not even say hello.
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