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— ❝OR DID WE MEAN IT?❞
When she woke up to the dim room, the slightest rays of sunlight streaming in determining the early hours of morning, the first thing that registered clearly was the immediate regret that nestled within her.
It was so instant that it struck her back, freezing her in place, incapable of moving a single muscle in her body. Her eyes rolled up to the ceiling, breathless as the faint memory resurfaced.
Their lips pressed against one another as soft as a feather, as warm as a crackling fire. Sparks ignited so easily, and what had once begun at a snail's pace had quickly consumed her, pushing her further before rationality returned and pulled her back.
Sorry, she had said. Because even then, regret had settled into her.
How could she have done something so stupid?
The worst part of it all was how undeniably sober she had become by that point. There was no reason for why she would have done something so stupidly impulsive. It only made her feel even worse, a lump forming in her throat as she could only replay the vivid image, relive every touch.
This friendship of theirs was still too fresh for her to feel everything was stable and strong enough to withstand a mistake like this. Things were rather delicate, and she worried she could have ruined it all within seconds.
A simple kiss was not just that, and she worried it could bring their downfall.
With a heavy sigh, she snuck a glance beside her, finding him peacefully asleep. Soft breaths caused his chest to rise and fall shortly as he lay on his back, dark curls cascaded along his forehead and a haphazard mess against the pillow. The purest form of serenity brought a stinging ache to her chest, suddenly highly aware of the warmth that rolled off his body in waves. He was blissfully unaware of the hurricane of emotions that currently flooded her.
When the tired fog in her brain began to subside, she turned over onto her side, curling up her legs as she kept herself away from him. That was when the guilt began to seep into her veins.
What did she even feel guilty about? A part of her felt like she didn't give him much of a choice when she kissed him. Most of it boiled down to nothing more than confusion. It was hard to understand everything she felt, even harder to pinpoint why.
Because there was still so much she had to unravel. There was so much unsaid between them that it felt as if they had been dancing along a certain line, teasing the boundary they stood upon. And that kiss seemed to be the ultimate test to prove where they actually did stand together.
