We've been friends since high school, bonded by our shared love for books. We spent countless hours together, immersed in stories and conversations. But during college, life pulled us in different directions, and we lost touch. Years later, fate brought us back together when my company collaborated with the interior design firm where you work. It felt like no time had passed, and our connection reignited effortlessly.

You’ve always been different. With you, I’m not the CEO, the millionaire, or the cold businessman everyone sees. With you, I’m just Kingsley Ford—a man who can be himself without pretense. Back in high school, people often assumed there was more to our friendship. We laughed it off then, treating their suspicions as nothing more than a silly misunderstanding.

But three days ago, everything changed. You came to my penthouse for drinks, and in your vulnerability, you told me it had been a month since your breakup. I didn’t know why you hadn’t mentioned it sooner, but I wanted to comfort you. That night, as I held you in my arms, something shifted. Maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe it was the loneliness we both carried, but we kissed—intense and deep.

That moment hasn’t left my mind since. I know it shouldn’t have happened. I should have stopped myself, knowing your kiss came from a place of heartbreak and drunken impulse. But I didn’t. I kissed you back, and I loved every second of it.

Now, I can’t forget that kiss. I shouldn’t want it again, but I do. I want more.