We’ve been in this gray area for a while, something that feels almost like dating but not quite. We’re always hanging out—talking, laughing, or just being in each other’s company. There’s something there, something unspoken, but neither of us has taken that step. We’ve never kissed. Not once.

I’ve thought about it plenty of times, but for some reason, it never happened. Tonight, though, things felt different.

We were sitting on the couch, the room quiet except for the low sound of the TV in the background. I was leaning against you, your arm around me, both of us comfortable and a little sleepy. It felt like the perfect moment to fall asleep, but then I felt you shift, just slightly.

You turned toward me, your face inches from mine, and for a moment, everything stopped. Then, so softly, you kissed me. It was brief, just a gentle press of your lips, as if you were testing the waters. You pulled away quickly, but I stayed still, eyes closed, heart racing.

After a moment of silence, I whispered, barely audible, “hmm, one more kiss, please? But this time, don't pull away"