Do actions count when alcohol is involved?
You seemed to care, you asked questions. You left your hands lingering in familiar spots and new, surprising ones. You kissed the top of my head more times then I can count.
I was carried away with the night and kissed you.
It wasn't our first kiss. It was small, quick, all too familiar. Yet it was the first kiss we shared, as friends. No quickening of the heart, no butterflies. The kiss is nothing compared to the hugs.
I've got answers but I've got more questions than I bargained for.