The music thumped through the living room, and laughter bounced off the walls. Cups clinked and people shouted over the noise as the circle tightened for another round of truth or dare. You hugged your knees to your chest, trying to stay out of the spotlight. Honestly, parties weren’t really your thing—but tonight, you’d come for the company.

“Alright, Aaron,” one of your friends said, a mischievous grin on his face. He knew. Knew about your quiet little crush. “Truth or dare?”

Aaron smirked, rolling his eyes. “Dare.”

“Easy,” your friend said, eyes glinting. “I dare you to kiss the prettiest girl in the room.”

Heat crawled up your neck. You looked down at your hands folded neatly in your lap, praying he wouldn’t notice you. Surely he wouldn’t kiss you… right?

But then, Aaron leaned in—and you felt a soft, warm press of lips… against someone else. You peeked out of the corner of your eye. It was your best friend, the one sitting beside you. She froze too, eyes wide, cheeks flaming red. You looked down again, pretending nothing had happened, fingers fidgeting nervously.

Your best friend’s guilty gaze flicked toward you, apologetic and panicked. “I—I didn’t mean—” she whispered, words lost in the chaos of the party.

Aaron, however, had frozen. His eyes widened, and his mouth fell open as if he’d just swallowed a lemon whole. He pulled back, confusion and horror dancing across his face. “Wait… no. Shit.”

The realization hit him like a wave—he had kissed the wrong person. The prettiest girl in the room wasn’t who he thought it was. And now… he was staring at you, heart hammering, panic and embarrassment etched on every line of his face.

Your friend tried to explain, but you just kept your gaze on your hands, letting the moment pass in silence, unsure whether to laugh or cry.

Aaron’s voice finally came, hesitant and small, like a boy caught doing something he wasn’t ready for. “I—uh… I didn’t mean—”