I didn’t even want to be at that party. I only went because Fola wouldn’t stop disturbing me. “It’s just a chill hangout,” she said. “Come and have fun, abeg.”

It wasn’t chill. The music was loud, drinks were everywhere, and people were laughing too hard at jokes that weren’t even funny. And then, somehow, we ended up in the middle of a Truth or Dare game.

I tried to stay quiet, sipping my drink, but my turn came, and someone dared me to kiss Bolaji, Fola’s boyfriend and the host of the party.

“No, I can’t,” I said quickly, shaking my head. My heart pounded as everyone’s eyes turned to me.

“Why?” someone teased.

Instead of answering, I picked up my cup and drank as the room erupted in cheers and laughter.

Bolaji just smirked, leaning back in his chair, his eyes lingering on me in a way that made my skin feel hot.

Not long after, the drinks finished, and Fola asked me to follow Bolaji to get more. I didn’t want to, but saying no would look suspicious. So, I grabbed my bag and followed him out.

The night was quiet outside, a sharp contrast to the chaos inside. As soon as we got into his car, I realised how small the space felt, how close we were.

Halfway down the road, he broke the silence.

“Why couldn’t you kiss me?”

I laughed nervously, keeping my eyes on the road ahead. “You’re my friend’s boyfriend. Am I supposed to have a reason for not kissing you?”

“What if I wanted to kiss you?” His voice was low, teasing but serious.

I swallowed. “You’re drunk, BJ.”

That was when he pulled the car over. My heart skipped. He turned to me, his eyes steady, dark, and intense.

“I’m not that drunk,” he said.

And before I could respond, he reached over, cupped my face, and kissed me.

It was supposed to be a brief, stolen kiss. Just one mistake. But it wasn’t.

The kiss deepened, his hand sliding behind my neck, pulling me closer. My body betrayed me, melting into his touch. I knew it was wrong. I knew this would change everything if anyone found out. But at that moment, logic didn’t matter.

Somehow, I ended up in his lap, my hands gripping his shoulders, his lips tracing fire down my neck. The car windows fogged up, the world outside disappearing as we gave in to everything we weren’t supposed to feel.

The way he touched me hungrily, desperately, like he’d been waiting for this moment, made my mind spin. Every kiss, every soft groan, every whispered “God, you feel so good” burned into my memory.

It was reckless. It was forbidden. But it was breathtaking.

By the time we got back to the house, my hair was messy, and my lips were still swollen. I quickly checked myself in the side mirror before stepping out, hoping no one would notice.

Inside, the party was still going. Music blasting, people dancing, nobody paying attention to us.

Fola waved from across the room. “Finally! What took you people so long?”

Bolaji just grinned, lifting the drinks. “Traffic,” he lied smoothly.

I forced a laugh and joined her, pretending like my heart wasn’t still racing, pretending like I didn’t have his taste still on my lips.

No one suspected a thing. And maybe that was the scariest part, that something so wild, so intense, could happen, and the world would just keep spinning like nothing happened.

But me? I knew I’d never forget that night.

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