Gently but firmly, you pucker up and push against her mouth. Her breathing doesn’t change, it was as if she’d expected it. You feel her lips pucker and push back under yours. Your blood bubbles, your heart cinches in your chest, and your breath leaves your nostrils where it gets intercepted by your friend’s next inhale. There’s a moment of extreme lucidity where you feel the texture of her lips, the tensing of every muscle in her jaw as she adjusts her pucker, the smell of her fur, and the light suction sealing your lips against hers.