I was feeling oddly giddy the entire night, a strange, almost electric sensation bubbling under my skin. It was as though something intangible yet incredibly significant was building up inside me, waiting to unfold.

Maybe it was the rush of adrenaline coursing through my veins, a natural high that left me slightly breathless and unsteady. Or maybe it was some subconscious hint, a quiet whisper from the universe that tomorrow would be unforgettable—a day I’d remember as one of the best of my life.

The person I had been dating for a few weeks now, someone who had slowly but surely managed to weave their way into my thoughts, made the bold move I’d been quietly hoping for but never dared to expect. They initiated our first kiss.

In that fleeting moment, my entire world seemed to narrow down to just us. I could feel my breath hitching, catching awkwardly in my throat as their face came closer, every second feeling like an eternity. My heart pounded so wildly against my chest that I thought it might leap out entirely.

And then, it happened—our lips met, soft and tentative at first, yet charged with an intensity that sent shivers down my spine. But before I could fully savor the moment, my watch interrupted the magic with an obnoxiously loud beep.

I froze, blinking in confusion, only to glance down and read the message glaring up at me from the small screen:

"Abnormal heart rate detected."

Shit.

The perfect, dreamy moment shattered, replaced by a rush of embarrassment that flooded my cheeks with heat. Of all the things to happen during a first kiss, this was definitely not on my list of possibilities.