I inched down and swept my lips across hers.
I just had to kiss her.
I fucking had to.
After a few seconds of just lips, our tongues gently touched.
We both broke the kiss at the same time.
“Don’t fuck her, okay?” Madison whispered to me.
“Don’t fuck your date either then,” I whispered back.
“Don’t tell me who to fuck,” she said.
She turned and began to walk away.
At the last second, she looked back at me. “And I want that replacement camera lens.”
Then she was gone.
And I wondered if I was in trouble.