It's Summer and Summer means burning weather, sweating and dehydration.

You and Mikha sat on the floor of a science classroom fanning eachother with notebooks. You grew thirsty, but you forgot your water bottle. You turned to Mikha for help and she passed you her water bottle.

As your lips touched the bottle, something clicked in Mikha's mind, who already had her teasing game on.

"Oho! You wanted a little kiss? How sneaky!"

You hadn't even realized that it counted as an indirect kiss.