Awkward
Mike and Zoey both sat on opposite ends of the couch. A dead silence had fallen over the room, with neither of them sure if they should be the one to break it. Mike finally took the chance.
"Zoey, it wasn't my-"
"It wasn't your fault. I know," she answered. She'd had to assure him that a lot recently, but this time, Mike couldn't be sure if she meant it.
"She just got curious, I think," Mike tried to explain. "I didn't even realize she was trying to come out until you screamed."
Svetlana's curiosity was satisfied, came a high-pitched voice from within Mike's subconscious. She is most definitely not interested in girls.
"You didn't need to experiment in the first place," Mike muttered, not quite loud enough for Zoey to hear his words. Just ten minutes ago, Mike was in a teenage boy's paradise, holding his lover in his lap and kissing her deeply. He didn't even realize he'd blacked out. One second he was making out with his girlfriend, not a care in his world, and the next thing he knew, she'd slapped him across the face and screamed at Svetlana to get away from her.
"What, exactly, did she do?" Mike asked.
"I guess she was kissing me for a part of that time. I noticed your technique got a little sloppy all of a sudden," she answered, a touch of sarcasm in her voice. "Then she broke the kiss, announced that 'Svetlana shall go for second base!'" - Zoey pitched up her voice to mimic Svetlana's - "and..." She fell silent and crossed her arms over her chest. It took her a few seconds to finish her story. "She groped me."
"Oh." Now Mike really knew what had Zoey so ticked off. He held his forehead in his palm and muttered every swear he knew under his breath, cursing the day his brain decided to split in the first place. Even he'd never gotten a chance to do that to her yet! He'd asked, she'd refused, he understood and held off. Now this stupid disorder had made him disrespect his girlfriend's wishes so blatantly. On the bright side, at least she understood it wasn't truly his doing, but he would have greatly preferred if it didn't happen at all.
Zoey reached out and grabbed the hand that Mike wasn't pressing against his head. "Do you want to get back to what we were doing?"
"I'm not even in the mood anymore," Mike said.
Twenty-four hours from then, the whole thing would be a ridiculous story they could laugh at together, about how their very first attempt at going beyond kissing happened due to Svetlana having no tact whatsoever. But in the moment, in all his embarrassment, all Mike wanted to do was sink into the floor.