A kiss.
It had started with a kiss. From there, the kiss had turned into more kisses until he had felt the need to breathe. Then, after that, the kisses had turned into touching, and the touching turned into playful exploring, sneaking into quiet rooms whenever they got the chance. And after that . . .
After that, it had become full-fledged desire and frenetic urge to take things further, to the ultimate level. With the moon above them, full and bright, they had consummated something that neither of them had truly wanted, leaving with the consequences of that night. The other had no knowledge of those consequences, not until it had been too late.
A kiss.
It had started with a kiss.