Jim kissed me last night.
It was dark and cool in the office and I was crying, leaning up against his desk and whispering to my mom on the phone that Jim is in love with me. She was shocked but ecstatic; she once said at a family gathering that Jim was my match in every way. I had rolled my eyes and laughed at it then, but her words surfaced in the back of my mind as I thought of the single tear that slid down Jim's cheek when I rejected him only moments earlier. The look on his face broke my heart a thousand times over, but what kind of person would I be if I abandoned a 10 year relationship just because someone else declares his love for me?
I didn't have much time to think about it though, because suddenly Jim was there in the quiet shadows and he was coming towards me. I quickly hung up the phone and managed to get two words out before he pulled me into his arms. My heart was racing and my knees were shaking, but I reacted instantly, allowing him to wrap me in his arms as my hands moved up to his face. Roy, the wedding, and basically everything else in my life dissolved during the duration of that kiss. All I could think about was how incredible it felt to be this close to him, and how much I wished that we were somewhere else, where I could feel more of his kisses.
But my conscience kicked in and I had to pull away after a few seconds. We had a brief, awkward moment, but in the end I left and went home to my fiancé.
This morning I woke up with my head swimming and my senses still buzzing from the feeling of that kiss.
Jim kissed me last night, and I kissed him back.