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I could not believe Olivia kissed me; it was as if time had momentarily stopped, and nothing else mattered in that fleeting moment. Our lips connected, and in that instant, I felt a jolt of electricity that surged through me, igniting something deep and uncontrolled. I kissed her back, losing myself in the warmth of her embrace and the softness of her lips against mine; it felt so right—like two pieces of a puzzle finally clicking together.
But just as quickly as the joy surged, her sudden apology pierced the bubble of euphoria we had created. It suddenly felt all wrong, like someone had stolen the very essence of that beautiful moment away. How could she say that? I wanted her to kiss me. Oh, how I wanted her to keep kissing me—a series of soft, lingering kisses that could last an eternity.
After dropping Olivia off, I returned home, an intoxicating whirlwind of emotions swirling inside me, and as I lay in bed tossing and turning, every memory of that kiss replayed in my mind like an alluring film. I recalled the way her lips felt, needy and willing, possessing mine in a way that sent shivers down my spine. The sweet, intoxicating scent of vanilla enveloped her, entwining with every breath I took. I remembered how our tongues started to dance, exploring each other, creating a rhythm that felt both exhilarating and terrifying.
I felt as if I might lose my mind, overwhelmed by the constant replay of sensations, warmth, and unfulfilled desire coursing through me; the sheer enjoyment of that kiss haunted me throughout the night, gnawing at my insides, forcing me to confront feelings I had long buried beneath layers of friendship. Sleep eluded me as I kept envisioning her—the way her eyes sparkled with mischief, the way she laughed, and most critically, how our worlds shifted at that moment.
The following day, as the sunlight filtered through the dusty studio windows, I was entangled in a web of thoughts that revolved around the lack of sleep from the previous night's fateful kiss with Olivia. It felt paradoxical; that moment filled with electric promise now felt like an unspoken burden weighing heavily on my chest, each pulse of my heart serving as a reminder of its significance. Yet, its fleeting nature was as painful as a knife twisting in my heart.
The more I watched her, the more I could sense her attempt to bury whatever had surfaced that night. She was diving back into her role with practiced ease, but I could see the tension under her poised exterior as if desperately trying to maintain a smile while a storm raged inside her.
If I'm being completely honest with myself, the last thing I wanted to do in that moment was to dive back into character and play the part of someone deeply in love with Olivia. It felt complicated, given that I was truly in love with her in reality, and just last night, we had shared a kiss that she downplayed as a mere accident.
Colin herded us into the backseat of the same car where we had shared those electric moments the night before. Olivia and I sat side by side, the atmosphere thick with an awkward tension as our hearts raced in sync. Then, she leaned closer, her voice barely above a whisper, "Are you getting déjà vu too?"
I found myself chuckling, a sound that quickly broke through the tension, infusing the space between us with a lighter, more playful mood. Colin flashed us a thumbs-up, giving us the green light to begin our make-out session, all under the watchful gaze of the rolling cameras that documented the scene.
With our lips brushing against each other, Olivia breathed softly into our kiss, "I was waiting for you without knowing it."
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