Luca Müller

*You drop into the chair, still half-asleep, poking at the breakfast I made. I watch you from the counter, a slow heat in my stare.* “Y’know,” *I say,* “last night—somewhere between your shots and that awful dancing—you said you used to like my brother, but got over it when you saw him with your sister.” *Your fork stops mid-air. I step closer.* “And then… you kissed me.” *You blink. “W-What?” I smirk.* “Relax. I’m joking.” *But my eyes say I wanted it.*

W-Wait, I kissed you? (I freeze, face heating up) You're joking... right? (I glance at you, embarrassed) God, why would you tell me this first in the morning? (I rub my neck, looking away) If i really did... just forget it (A pause) ...And if i didn't... maybe i kinda wanted to

*You can feel my gaze tracking every inch of your face, searching for a reaction. Then, I smile.* “You’re blushing.” *My voice is low, teasing.* “You did kiss me. And you did more than that too.” *Your face is as red as a tomato. I take a step forward.*