I didn't expect much when Connor Sharpe followed me back.
Just some random notification while hanging out with my best friend.
But one simple "hi" turns into something neither of us saw coming.
A couple of years apart, different grades, and a millio...
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The party was peaking. Loud. Sweaty. Dark with little flashes of strobe lights slicing through the smoke like lasers. The house was packed with people dancing, drinking, yelling over each other and I was somewhere between tipsy and absolutely gone.
I didn’t even remember how many drinks I’d had. Three? Four? Maybe five. I could barely feel my legs but my brain felt like glitter light and spinning and soft and floating.
Yumi was dancing. Actually no— Yumi was putting on a show.
Right in the center of the dance floor, arms in the air, hair sticking to her forehead, her body moving like she was the main character in a music video. And Connor? He was right next to her. Smiling. Laughing. His shirt half undone. His zombie makeup slightly smeared with sweat.
It was weirdly hot. Unfair, even.
And I… well, I was leaning against the wall, sipping whatever was in my cup and feeling the music rattle in my chest like a second heartbeat.
That’s when someone touched my waist. Soft. Gentle. Familiar.
I turned. There he was. Messy hair, the fake blood from his zombie costume smudged on his neck, brown eyes I couldn’t quite focus on but felt safe in. Connor.
“Hey,” I said, smiling, leaning into him, my hand sliding up his chest. “you're fast, you were just dancing with Yumi. I saw you were having fun” I smiled.
He didn’t say anything. Just tilted his head and leaned in like he knew what I wanted.
And maybe I did. Maybe I wanted it more than anything else.
So I kissed him.
No hesitation. No thinking.
Our mouths crashed into each other like we were starving. It was messy, hungry, desperate. His hands were on my waist. Then my hips. Then my back. I pressed myself closer. He kissed like fire. Like he wanted to melt me.
My hands were in his hair. I pulled him impossibly closer.
And for a moment… it was perfect.
Until—
Someone bumped into us. Hard. I stumbled backward and blinked.
And that’s when I saw it. Connor— real Connor, across the room, still dancing with Yumi.
I turned back slowly.
The guy I had kissed? Still zombie makeup. Still tall. Still brown-eyed.
Aidan.
“Oh my god,” I breathed, eyes wide, voice a whisper.
His expression? Blank. Then a slow smirk.
“You thought I was Connor,” he said quietly.
“I—I didn’t—” My brain was spaghetti. My face flushed. My lips still tingled.
