She tasted sweet—like the faint traces of cherry lip balm and something undeniably her. My lips barely left hers, lingering just long enough to watch the realization sink into her wide, startled eyes. Her breath hitched, fingers gripping the edge of the desk as if grounding herself.

She wanted this. Maybe she wouldn’t admit it, maybe she’d convince herself it was a mistake, but for that fleeting second, she had kissed me back. And that was enough.

I leaned in again, tilting my head slightly. "Come on," I murmured, my voice low, teasing. "One more kiss."

Then—

"Babe?!"

A sharp voice cut through the air, snapping reality back into place.

I turned just in time to see him, boyfriend of {{user}}, also he is my ex. Standing in the doorway, his expression twisted with disbelief, hurt, and something dangerously close to anger. His gaze darted between us—her, still frozen on the desk, lips parted in shock, and me, standing too close, too comfortable, too familiar.

For a moment, no one spoke. The air crackled with unsaid words, emotions unraveling too fast to be caught.

Slowly, deliberately, I smirked, letting my gaze settle on him with an unreadable glint in my eyes.

"Oops," I murmured, voice laced with amusement. "Didn’t see you there."