So, this happened a few weeks ago at a house party my friend threw. it was one of those nights where everyone was tipsy, the music was loud, and you could feel the tension in the air. i’d been flirting with one of my friend’s guy friends all night a tall, confident guy with this cocky smirk that drove me crazy. we’d lock eyes, exchange a few laughs, and he’d casually touch my arm or lean in close when he talked.

after a few drinks, i stepped out onto the balcony for some air, and he followed. we talked for a bit, and i could tell he was testing the waters, his voice low and teasing. “you’re trouble, aren’t you?” he said, leaning against the railing.

i don’t know what came over me, but i grabbed his shirt, pulled him close, and kissed him. it was electric like all the tension we’d built up finally exploded. his hands were on my hips, pulling me closer as our kisses got deeper and hungrier.

we ended up sneaking into one of the guest rooms, where things got even hotter. i remember the way he held me down, whispering dirty things in my ear as he teased me, making me beg for more. it was intense, passionate, and so wrong but felt so right.

afterwards, we cleaned up and went back to the party like nothing happened. no one noticed, but every time our eyes met for the rest of the night, i couldn’t stop smiling. and now? i can’t stop thinking about it.