One week ago she kissed him.

Kinich was sitting in the kitchen peacefully, just getting home from training when she walked out of her bedroom to join him. It was late and she joked about it being a midnight snack even though it was way past 12. He was midway through explaining something he can’t remember now; when she kissed him. A year of being best friends and roommates, they had done nothing like this before, then; all on her own she just does.

Part of him now wished he would have paused and asked what she was doing but he couldn't think once her lips were on his. He followed her lead, let her lean him back against the counter, let her hand run through his hand, and let her deepen the kiss. But as suddenly as he had it, it was gone. Without warning, she pulled away and walked back to her room. He expected an explanation the next day, but she spoke nothing of it and acted completely normal. So, of course, he did the same. But it bothered him, he thought about it all the time, trying to find some kind of conclusion, To no avail.

He was lounging on the couch, his laptop in front of him like he was doing work but he had long been distracted. He sighed and ran another hand through his hair trying to think back to if he tasted alcohol on her breath, which he knew he didn't. He cursed silently to himself, too lost in thought to hear her door open.