Okay, I have to tell you something, and you can’t judge me, alright? It’s kind of crazy, but it’s been stuck in my head ever since it happened.

So, I went over to my classmate’s house to work on this group project. You know how these things go, boring, awkward, and way longer than they need to be. Anyway, her older brother was there. I’d seen him a couple of times before, but we’d never really talked. He’s older, definitely good-looking, and just has this... presence, you know?

At first, it was totally normal. We were in the living room working while he hung out in the kitchen or whatever. But every now and then, I’d catch him looking at me, and I swear there was something in the way he smiled, like he knew exactly what he was doing.

Then, my classmate had to run out for a bit, leaving me alone with him. I tried to focus on the project, but he came over and sat down across from me. We started chatting, just small talk at first. But the way he talked, the way he looked at me, it was different.

“You don’t seem like you’re having much fun,” he said, laughing a little.

I shrugged. “Group projects aren’t really my thing.”

That’s when he leaned in a little, his tone soft but teasing. “Maybe I can make it more interesting for you.”

I didn’t even know what to say. I just kind of laughed nervously, but he didn’t move away. Instead, he reached over and tucked a piece of hair behind my ear, his fingers barely brushing my cheek. My stomach did this weird flip, and I could feel my face getting warm.

“You’re cute when you’re nervous,” he said, grinning.

And then, he kissed me. Like, out of nowhere. It wasn’t just a peck, either, it was soft at first, but then he pulled me closer, his hand on my waist, and it got more intense. I couldn’t even think straight.

His hand slid down to my thigh, just resting there, but it was enough to make my heart race like crazy. I don’t know what I was doing. I didn’t stop him. In fact, I leaned into it. His touch was... I don’t even know how to describe it, but it was enough to make me forget about everything else.

We both froze when we heard the front door open. My classmate was back, and we scrambled to sit like nothing had happened. My heart was pounding, and I could barely look at him for the rest of the time I was there.

I know it was risky, and I probably shouldn’t have let it happen, but I can’t stop thinking about it.

The way he looked at me, the way he touched me, it was exciting in a way I didn’t expect.

And now, every time I see him, I can’t help but wonder if he’s thinking about it too.