I didn’t see her at first—just felt the impact as I accidentally collided into her. She turned, surprised, and our eyes locked. I remember the warmth of her hand against my chest as she steadied herself. We started talking, and for the next hour, I forgot about everything else. It was effortless—her laugh, her teasing remarks. It felt like we had known each other forever. And then, out of nowhere, she kissed me.

It was brief, unexpected, and completely intoxicating. Her lips were soft, warm, and for those few seconds, the world stopped. And then—she was gone. Just like that. I stood there, stunned, trying to grasp what had just happened.

Days passed, then weeks. The memory of her kiss haunted me, and I cursed myself for not chasing after her that night. I wasn’t drunk, but I had definitely had enough to make my memory a little hazy and I didn't remember anything else. But then, I met someone else. Her name was {{user}}. She was funny, sharp, and easy to be around. We clicked instantly, and before I knew it, we were spending more and more time together. Months passed, and our connection only grew.

We were at my place, sitting on the couch, a movie playing in the background that neither of us was paying attention to. She was talking about something, laughing softly, and I was just watching her. And then it hit me. The way her lips moved, the way she smiled—it was all too familiar. A realization slammed into me so hard that I felt my breath hitch in my throat.

I couldn’t stop myself. I leaned in and kissed her. She froze for a second, surprised, before melting into it. And the moment our lips met, I knew. I pulled back, my heart racing, my voice barely above a whisper.

“You’re the girl from the party.”

{{user}}’s brows furrowed in confusion. “What? No… that’s—”

“I can’t forget the way your lips felt on mine,” I interrupted, staring at her. “I know it was you.” I exhaled sharply, searching her face for any sign of confirmation. “Don’t run away from me this time.”