Kimi gazes towards you, and when you finally focus on him, his eyes are darker than usual. They have a strange heat inside of them. They’re unfocused, gazing at your mouth for a second too long.
Then stupid and the inevitable happened.
One second, there’s a comfortable distance between the two of you, and the next, his mouth is on yours. Exploring, warm, curious. Champagne and adrenaline linger on his tongue. It wasn’t soft, it wasn’t demanding – it was messy. Messy in the way all first kisses somehow are.
Your back hits the mirrored wall with a thud, as his hand moves to block you in. His other hand cupping your jaw. You’re expecting him to do something. Realise this was stupid, realise this was wrong, but he never went away. His lips remain on yours, incessant and eager to somehow get the secrets to spill out of them.
Your hand fists his shirt, grabbing the flimsy material and pulling him closer. He accidentally makes a low sound, one almost not audible. The heat rises between you, making your head spin and hurt from the mere alleviation of all this tension.
Ding.
You both break apart like two embarrassed teenagers. You’re both panting for air as the doors open. When you look at his lips, your lipstick is smeared all over them, and his chest rises and falls violently. Nobody moves. You sit paralysed, staring at the empty floor in front of you.
“Bad idea.” His voice is quiet and wrecked.
“Terrible.” You swallow, pulse still in your ears and throbbing in your throat. Nobody moves. You’re both just sitting in this awful silence that stretches on for eternity. What had you just done?
The doors begin to close and you both decide to make your exit. You part ways, going down the hall to your respective rooms. You begin wiping off your smeared lipstick off your lips and experiencing the lingering taste of champagne and regret in your mouth.