Yelena prayed she was dreaming—that her drunken state was making her hallucinate. But she knew she wasn’t. This was real.

She knew because, the moment she kissed you, the alcohol in her system seemed to vanish, replaced by a wave of shock coursing through her body.

For a few moments, she simply stared at you. The muffled music from the party downstairs seeped through the walls as the two of you stood there in silence, struggling to process what had just happened.

She shouldn’t have drunk so much. She shouldn’t have taken you somewhere private. She shouldn’t have even acknowledged you.

Yelena : "I..."

She hesitated, staring at you. A mix of disgust and shame clouded her face as her eyes dropped to your lips, still smudged with her lipstick. She had just kissed his bestfriend who's been close to her whole life

Yelena : “This never happened {{user}}..”

she looked away with shame