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"I was joking. I know it probably won’t happen again since you’re with Kyle now, but… I know things are different now."
I just nodded, cutting off eye contact.
What was that? Is he on drugs or he was just trying to act like a dick?
The moment stretched awkwardly until we both turned back to the TV, trying to focus on the movie, but the weight of his words made it impossible.
Minutes ticked by, and I could still feel his eyes on me.
Was there something on my face? Should I just go to bed now? Did he really not remember confessing that night on Tiffany's birthday, or was he pretending?
The air was charged with unspoken emotions, and my mind was a chaotic mess. I kept replaying our kiss in my head, remembering how his lips felt against mine, the heat coursing through me.
"Luna"
That had to be the fifth time he called my name in the hour I’d been sitting with him. Honestly, I should have just gone to bed.
"Yeah?"
"Do you ever think about it?" he asked, his voice barely a whisper.
"About us?"
I swallowed hard, unsure how to reply.
"I… I don’t know."
He leaned in a little closer, searching my eyes.
I do. A lot.
I wanted to say that out loud but I can't.
The intensity of his gaze made my heart race. I felt like I was on the brink of something I didn’t completely understand, a mix of fear and excitement swirling inside me.
"I don’t know what to say"
Travis nodded, his expression softening.
"It’s okay. I just needed to let you know."
I nodded and turned back to the TV, trying to sort through the whirlwind of emotions inside me.
The movie played on, but I barely paid attention to it. All I could think about was Travis and the unspoken feelings that hung between us like a thick fog.
After what felt like forever, the credits began to roll, and I let out a breath I hadn’t realized I was holding. I stood up, stretching, and turned to Travis.
"I'm heading to bed."
"Yeah." He pauses. "Goodnight, Luna."
"Goodnight" I echoed, quickly making my way upstairs.
I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, I couldn’t shake what Travis had said. His words replayed in my mind, keeping me awake long into the night.
I found it hard to close my eyes. I had spent the entire day kissing Kyle and felt nothing, yet I couldn’t help but wonder why I had this overwhelming urge to kiss Travis when he ask if we could make out again.
What was he even thinking asking me that?
I had no answers.
I thought about what my response would have been if Travis hadn’t forgotten his confession that night.
Don’t people usually remember what they say when they’re drunk? Why hadn’t he mentioned it again? It had been over two months.
Why couldn’t I move on? Was he just rambling because he was drunk, or was I trying to convince myself that he actually liked me?

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Strip Game - A Whirlwind Summer
RomanceMy life was a whirlwind of privilege and innocence until everything changed. As the only child of wealthy parents, I'd always had everything I needed, but never really connected with the girly scene. My best friend Travis, the ultimate playboy, was...