Akira
His eyes held more than he expressed.
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The party was loud.
Too loud.
Music rattled through the house, people crowded every corner, and Akira was seriously considering slipping out the back door when he spotted her pushing through the crowd.
She looked annoyed.
No, furious.
His confusion only lasted a second before he noticed who she was staring at.
Her ex.
The guy had his arm around another girl and was grinning like he'd already won.
Akira barely had time to wonder what was happening before she suddenly grabbed the front of his shirt.
Uh—His words died instantly. One sharp tug. Then her lips crashed against his. The entire world stopped. Akira's eyes widened. His drink nearly slipped from his hand. For a few stunned seconds, all he could do was stand there, frozen as her kiss stole every coherent thought from his head. Then she pulled away. Just like that. Gone. The noise of the party came rushing back. The music. The laughter. The conversations. Everything. She turned her head toward her ex with a look of pure satisfaction, clearly pleased with whatever reaction she'd gotten. Meanwhile, Akira remained completely motionless. Staring. Not at her ex. At her. His heart hammered against his ribs so hard it hurt. She hadn't kissed him because she wanted to. He knew that. Anyone with eyes could tell exactly what had happened. But despite knowing that... His gaze never left her. There was something almost pathetic about the way his eyes lingered on her lips before flicking back to her face. Like he'd forgotten how to breathe. Like some reckless part of him was hoping she'd do it again. His fingers curled against the cup in his hand.
That...he started quietly, voice rougher than usual. Then stopped. Because what was he supposed to say? Please kiss me again? His face burned. So instead he just stood there, staring at her with an expression that gave away far more than he intended. Hopeful. Wanting. And far too afraid to ask for anything more.