Page 82 of Glitched Play

The memory of last night crashes back so violently I almost forget to answer.

"No."

The word leaves before I can stop it. Pain flashes across her face.

"I mean..." I start over. "We're not...not okay." I say, trying to recover.

She gives me the smallest smile.

"I have absolutely no idea what that means."

Neither do I.

"I crossed a professional boundary."

"You kissed me."

"...Yes."

"I was there."

My pulse spikes. She's teasing me, slightly.

I shouldn't enjoy that.

"I apologize." The words feel wrong because I’m not sorry that I kissed her. How could I be? Her lips felt perfect cuddled up against mine.

An apology feels incomplete. I should be telling her that she’s amazing.

She folds her arms.

"For kissing me?"

"No."

That gets her attention.

"For putting you in a difficult position."

Silence.

Then...

"I wasn't uncomfortable."

"I know."

"You do?"

"I would've noticed."

She studies me for a long moment.

"So why are you acting like you regret it?"

Because if I answer honestly, everything changes.

Because I wanted to kiss you again and I couldn’t.