The next morning, I wake up with a sense of uncertainty hanging over me. The events of last night are overwhelming, and they replay in my mind like a broken record. First, there was Jay stumbling into the kitchen, clearly intoxicated, which in itself was unexpected and concerning. But what caught me off guard the most was the unexpected kiss that followed.
As I lie in bed, tangled in my thoughts, I can't help but reflect on the significance of that kiss. Jay and I have a history that goes back several years, a history filled with secret moments and stolen kisses. We first met in tenth grade, and that's when we decided to embark on a secret relationship. The thrill of sneaking around, the clandestine rendezvous it was all part of the excitement.
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