Matt
The clamor and chaos of the party had faded into a dull buzz in the back of my mind as I tried to process my conversation with Celeste. Her unexpected advance had shaken me, her lips so close to mine, the dim moonlight casting shadows over her confused, vulnerable eyes.
I always did find Celeste to be pretty. Under other circumstances, maybe I wouldn’t have refused the kiss.
Her scent still lingered around me, a mix of wildflowers and vanilla that seemed so different from the pine and earth of the woods surrounding the party. It was almost intoxicating.
Just moments before, she had been so close, the contours of her body pressed against mine as we hid in the shadows. My heart raced at the memory. Those eyes, those lips...
God, this shouldn't have happened. Celeste
