The chant grew. “Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!”

Lena’s heart hammered. The faces blurred. All she could see was Dora in front of her, lips shiny from the drink, eyes sparkling.

Her palms were sweating. She leaned in, barely brushing Dora’s mouth. Quick. Harmless.

The room booed instantly.

“Not accepted!” “Do it right!”

Before Lena could pull away, Dora’s hand cupped her cheek and tugged her back. Her lips pressed harder. Softer. Warmer.

Lena’s chest heaved. Dora tilted her head, deepening the kiss. Her tongue flicked against Lena’s lips, teasing them apart, sliding in.

Lena gasped and Dora’s tongue pushed deeper.

The circle went wild. Shouting. Screaming. Phones raised high. Someone banged...