— Do you want to kiss me, angel? — Florence asked Taylor, who was sitting across from her.
Taylor laughed nervously. — Why would you ask something like that?
They were backstage after performing "Florida!!!" for the first time ever in Florida. Taylor had noticed a spark between them while they were on stage, but she had brushed it off, trying to convince herself it was nothing. Florence’s question, however, pulled her out of her denial and right into the moment.
— I'm just curious.
— Curious about what?
— I felt something on stage.
Taylor leaned forward slightly, paying full attention to Florence. — What did you feel, Flo?
Florence smirked slightly. — Your eyes… all over me. And I liked it.
That was all Taylor needed. She moved instinctively, closing the distance between them in one bold motion. Her lips found Florence’s in a kiss that started slow and tentative—sweet, like the first sip of honeyed tea. But it didn’t stay that way for long. Florence quickly took control, deepening the kiss with a hunger that sent sparks through Taylor's body.
Taylor’s legs began to feel weak, and Florence noticed. Without thinking, she lifted Taylor up, and Taylor instinctively wrapped her legs around Florence’s waist. Florence carried her to the couch, and they kissed again, more urgently now.
Taylor was the first to pull away, gasping for air, her cheeks flushed in a deep, radiant red—a maroon shade that made Florence's heart skip a beat. Florence stared, captivated by Taylor’s beauty, as if seeing her in an entirely new light.
Their lips found each other again, but this time slower, as if savoring every second. But their moment was interrupted by a voice from the other side of the door. Both of them froze, startled, not just because of the intrusion, but because of the reality of the situation: Taylor had a boyfriend.
When the person moved away, Taylor let out a nervous laugh, and Florence joined in. The room was heavy with tension, a mix of Florence's overwhelming emotions and Taylor’s uncertainty. But there was no denying the electric chemistry between them—It was palpable, impossible to ignore.
—I wanna be yours.— Taylor whispered, her voice steady as she met Florence’s gaze.
— And I want to kiss you so badly.— Florence admitted with equal intensity.
Their lips met again, softer this time, as if exploring the unspoken connection between them. They didn’t let things go further—it wasn’t the right time or place, Taylor insisted, and Florence agreed.
Still, it was a beginning. The first time they truly felt each other, hearts and souls intertwined. And they were excited—buzzing with the thrill of something new, something forbidden, something that felt so perfectly right.