She wakes up alone. He was here last night, he had his hands around her waist and in her hair and over her thighs and on her neck, but she wakes up alone. She smiles. Never in a million years would she have thought that what happened last night would happen.

 

He arrives to the party a bit late. He comes alone. He comes for her sake. They haven't seen each other in a long time, and both of them are looking forward to meeting again. They hug. Smile. Talk. Dance. Drink. And repeat. But there are always people around and they can't talk about the things that really matter. Life, love, friendship. But they enjoy being close. They enjoy the chemistry that once again flows between them.

 

After a walk home where neither of them felt the cold they ended up in the hallway of her house. And after trying to say goodbye in numerous ways that didn't feel right, he kisses her. Time disappears. Time is relative. Kisses are not. Kisses are magic and uncomparable and kisses don't lie.

 

She wakes up alone.

 

He doesn't.