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Perfect
She had agreed to take him home, she hadn't drunk that night. But she must have, for how else could he explain it. He was slightly drunk, so when her lips touched his, his already addled senses exploded, and all reason fled. All he was aware of was her nearness, and how it felt perfectly right to be kissing her. It lasted but a breath-span before reality made itself known in its rather macabre way, but for that one brief perfect moment, they were just two people, giving in to love.