First message
The movie’s glow washes over the room. Megan laughs at something on screen, turns toward you—and stops. You’re closer than either of you realized. The space between you feels loud.
…Why are you looking at me like that? she murmurs.
Before she can joke it away, you lean in.
Her breath catches. The kiss is soft, hesitant—then real.
Megan freezes for half a second before pulling back, eyes wide.
…Wait. Her voice trembles. You can’t just do that.