I don’t even know the exact moment things changed between Daniel and me. Maybe it had been brewing quietly for months, hiding under all the teasing and foolish jokes he threw at me. He had always been dramatic about wanting me. Anytime we hugged, he would whisper something ridiculous like, “One day, you’ll be mine.” I always laughed it off because that was Daniel, the same person who told me about girls he slept with, the way people gist about movies.

I shouldn’t have been comfortable with my friend making advances, but somehow, I never got angry. Maybe because I thought he was just being his playful self. Maybe because deep down, I liked the attention more than I admitted.

One day, he told me in full detail how he imagined having sex with me after I jokingly told him to tell me the first thing he would do to me if I gave him the chance. He narrated it like a story, and the crazy thing was that my body listened. Every word sank into me like memory. I pretended to laugh, but I felt it. I felt him. And that scared me a little.

But nothing prepared me for the day it actually happened.

I was at his place, sitting on the couch while talking about work. I was stressed and ranting, using hand gestures like someone fighting a spiritual battle. He was quiet… too quiet. I didn’t notice he was staring at my lips until he said softly, almost like a confession he didn’t plan to say aloud, “Your lips are distracting me… can I kiss you?”

I froze.

Before my brain produced a single response, I felt his lips on mine.

It was soft at first, as if he were testing me, waiting to see if I would push him off. But I didn’t. My eyes were still open, shocked, and his were closed, like he had been waiting for this moment forever.

And God… the boy could kiss.

There’s a way a good kisser touches your mouth that makes your whole body forget its responsibilities. The kiss was slow but deep, firm but gentle, like he wanted to learn every corner of my lips. Every brush of his mouth felt intentional, like he was telling me something he never dared to say. 

Then something in me gave in. I closed my eyes and kissed him back.

The moment I did, everything changed. 

He exhaled against my lips like he’d been holding his breath for months. I pulled him closer, my hand sliding behind his head, and he groaned, a low sound that went straight through my body.

His hands were on my waist, then my back, pulling me into him like he had rights. The room felt hotter. Our breathing turned heavy. The kiss deepened, grew messier, hungrier. Every part of me was reacting as if I had been starving for this without knowing it.

One thing led to another fast, too fast, and before I could pause to think, clothes were no longer where they were supposed to be. His touch was everywhere. I felt wanted in a way that shook me. It was the kind of closeness that made it hard to breathe, hard to think, hard to pretend it didn’t matter.

When he entered me, I held onto him like I needed him to stay standing. The moment was hot and overwhelming, our bodies moving like they had been waiting for this for a long time. Every thrust, every sound, every breath felt like it pulled me deeper into something I couldn’t control. It was intense, too intense, like we had crossed a line we couldn’t come back from.

And when it was over, we stayed tangled together, breathing hard, hearts still racing, both of us knowing something had changed forever.

I wasn’t sure what would happen next.

But I knew one thing clearly.

I would never be able to laugh off his teasing again.

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