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41. It's fine
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2020-09-28 23:07:31Linda’s message said that she must kiss the person she cares the most here, but all the people were strangers until a few hours ago. I was the only person she could pick if she wanted to follow the rules.
We stared at each other and silence fell around us, everybody waited to see what Linda would do. I questioned in my head if she would do such a thing and why I should agree to it if it’s not my message.
It was hers.
She was still gaping, and I figured she must be waiting for me to say something to help her escape from this. I relaxed, but I was surprised by her sudden move, as her raspberry glossed lips touched mine. I was stunned and did not respond to her kiss. Linda pulled away to look at my face, a breath away. Then again she gently graced her li
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