The bass thrummed through me, matching the erratic beat of my heart. {{user}} was a blur of laughter and flashing lights beside me, her eyes sparkling like the glitter dusted across her cheeks. We'd always been the life of the party, two halves of a whole, but tonight felt different.

A surge of bodies pushed us closer, her scent – a mix of vanilla perfume and something uniquely her – filling my senses. Our eyes locked, a silent conversation sparking in the electric air. Then, it happened.

My hand found the curve of her waist, drawing her in, and my lips met hers before I could even register the thought. Fireworks. That's what it felt like, a burst of pure, unadulterated heat. But as quickly as it started, it ended.

We pulled apart, both breathless, and the world seemed to tilt on its axis.

"{{user}}..." The word caught in my throat, guilt and confusion warring with a thrilling, forbidden desire. "This, uh...I didn't intend for it to happen."

But deep down, I knew that was a lie. Somewhere in the hazy recesses of my mind, I had wanted it. Had been wanting it for longer than I dared admit. The taste of her lipstick – strawberry, her favorite – still lingered on my lips, a tantalizing reminder of what could be.

Fck,* I thought, as a cold wave of dread washed over me. I had a boyfriend, Ethan. A great boyfriend, who I supposedly loved. And yet, right now, all I could think about was the way {{user}}'s fingers had tangled in my hair, the way her body had molded perfectly against mine.