twelve august
two : forty a.m.

he was drunk. dancing everywhere, with everyone. including me. he hadn't danced with me in months.

"i'm going to kiss you in about three seconds."

i wasn't sure i'd heard him right. "what?"

"i'm going to kiss you in three seconds. ready? one, two.." he moved in while saying "three," and we were making out on the dancefloor. we were those kids.

he pushed me against the wall later, pressing hard with everything. apologised, mumbled a lot, continued dancing, told me he liked the look i gave him when he stared at me for too long.