The darkness filled the room. At this point, I had no sanity due to my alcohol intake. Normally I would be panicking and worrying about what was going to happen, but instead I was humming to myself and dancing a bit in the chair.
By this stage I didn't care for who it was. It's just a game, I repeated in my head. A game where I was going to have my first kiss. It seemed odd to me that something I dreamt about for years was coming down to such a moment as this. A game was deciding who my first kiss was given to.
Light peered through the door. Most sane people would turn around to cheat, but I didn't think. I just sat there and waited. When the light disappeared, I did not even turn around – I just sat there.
The incomer took a single step. That was all it took for them to be standing right behind me, breathing down my neck. They put their hand on my shoulder, whilst taking an enormous sigh. The warmth soaked through my shirt. Tingles emanated in the area.
"Nola," I yelled. My first guess. I heard laughter from outside the door. My theory was that the person was taking so long because they did not want to kiss me. Nola would have hated to kiss me, so she was my first guess.
A chuckle came from behind me. The person then buried their head in my neck. First there was a breath, a warming breath. Hairs on my neck were now standing on end. The breath then developed into a peck, and then to a light sucking. I took a sharp inhale of breath. I was feeling something I hadn't felt before.
The person continued, adding more energy. They pressed more into my neck whilst moving their hands down from my shoulders to my arms and then to my wrist. Whoever it was seemed to want to kiss me.
"Guess!" I heard from outside.
"Err." I was lost in the moment. My mind was lost, and I could barely think of any names, never mind people in the party or in the game. "Liam?"
More laughter exploded from outside the door. It was a stupid guess but if I said someone who wasn't even there, they would have laughed even more. "In your dreams, Philly!" he yelled back.
I would respond angrily, but I was lost in the moment. The person had walked in front of the chair by this point, but I still could not see their features. They grabbed my wrists and pulled me up. The chair fell, clashing to the ground.
They proceeded to grasp the back of my shirt, pulling me towards them. The breath was felt on my face. With every intake of breath, they brought me closer. I had no clue who this person was, but I desperately wanted to kiss them.
That is why I made the first move. I pushed my head forward, lightly pecking the person. They seemed shocked; taken aback. It was unexpected, but the right move. They pulled me tighter into the hold, forcing themselves against the wall. I moved one hand to their hips and the other to their hair.
Short hair. "Jan," I yelled quickly. Another fit of laughter echoed through.
"No," Liam bellowed ", but close."
Who the hell is similar to Jan Chase, I thought. Jan was one of a kind; short hair, goth who was obsessed with K-Dramas and Aliens. If you did not hear her talking about the Reply series or Descendants of the Sun, then there was something wrong with her. There was no close to Jan Chase.
The opposition sighed again. Fed up with me? I didn't want them to make noises. My mouth moved onto theirs again, pressing deep. They had soft, gentle lips which were fighting hard against my passionate ones. They were using all their force to satisfy me.
Our passion was flaring. Their hands moved to the rim of my trousers. The fingertips moved around the top, teasing me. Immediately, my teeth went to bite his lips, telling them to do it. I didn't know why – I didn't know who it was. They moved their hands back up slowly – they were a tease.
I heard talking from outside. I wanted to block it out and ignore it but I couldn't.
"Phil! You're bad at guessing," Liam yelled through. "So, we decided one last guess or you do a forfeit."
I struggled to get free of their grasp. "W-what forfeit," I asked.
"Drink a concoction we have made."
I did not want to do that. Panic came over me. I froze in my stance. All the happiness I previously felt faded. I did not want to drink some mixture of drinks – I would feel awful afterwards. My breathing sped up.
The person in the closet moved closer towards me. I didn't want to do this anymore. They moved towards me, but towards my ear. I could hear the breathing distinctly.
"Calm," they whispered. It was a deep voice. "It's Dan. Dan Howell."
"D-Dan," I cried shakily.