The Accidental kiss

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ys hated

hing. My hair, my shoes, the way my perfectly pressed suit feels when

t stand di

eryone in the room look at me like I was some kind of business god. The kind where I didn't

, th

. I don't waste

nning the next steps when I heard my

on, your c

to handle my business. I don't need to look back, because I know they're still watching. Some

. People running everywhere, umbrellas flapping in the wind, everyone too busy to

nto the backseat with ease. This is my escape.

ettle into the leather

ologies. Then, before I can even process it, a woman is sud

bump into me. S

as she tries to catch herself, and I instinctively move to steady her. Her sketchpads h

she lo

I fr

throw themselves at me or the businesswomen who try to impress me. She's just... a mess. Her hair is sticking to h

reason, I can

!" I snap, my voice a lit

rning bright red. Her hands are shaking as she gathers her

't li

st tightens or how my thoug

t happens.

ps. I'm sure she didn't mean it. I didn't mean it either. Bu

. Once.

y it feels so tense. I turn away before I can even proc

make sense of it. And I hate

ven know

d if I can get he

a's

Just

d on

sh this project, get to the bakery on time, and avoi

mbrella's practically useless at this point. But that's fine. I'll get to

e, that's wh

re I'm going. I'm always in my head, thinking about sketches, or som

urally,

as

right

But I'm not going to hit a wall. I'm going to hit a person. A person who, quite frankl

I'm standing there, feeling like I've just ruined his

things. My sketchpads are everywhere-sprawled out across the sidewalk li

li

touch. It wasn't my fault, I swear. But when our lips brushe

e pulls back, and his voice is

he words get stuck. My face is burning, a

manage, but it's

ng is wet and crumpled-and I can't look at him. I'm sure he's annoyed.

do anything else, he'

tch as he walks off. My head is a mess of confusion. I'm e

the way his eyes burned through me. It's like he could see stra

t together, Lila. You d

those eyes. Or the

king that maybe, just mayb

niel'

e forgotte

d never thought about it again. But fo

ying in my mind. It wasn't even a kiss.

't stop s

even gather her things without dropping them again. And

ridic

n. I don't get distr

can't stop thin