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N is for No

Frank: March 28th, 2026

No. I definitely should not kiss her. I know that. It’s not a mystery. I absolutely positively should not kiss this woman in front of me. It would be like taking advantage, wouldn’t it? Of course it would. It would not be the best thing to do. But hell, there is no way I can help it.

I lean in, taking her face in my hands, and I kiss her. It’s soft at first, and it almost seems like she isn’t expecting it, but then she melts against me, and I pull her into my arms. Our kiss goes from light to heavy, her fingers digging into my back, tugging at my clothes. If we were inside, we would definitely be taking each others’ clothes off right now.

Amelia: March 28th, 2026

Holy shit. He’s kissing me. I wanted him to kiss me. It’s all I’ve been able to think about. I know I shouldn’t want to kiss him. It hasn’t even been a week since my fiance died. It’s terrible of me to want to kiss Frank. But I can’t help it. I haven’t felt this alive in a long time.

I am kissing him back. It’s not even a question. I can’t help but grip his clothes. I would definitely tear them off of him, but we’re literally standing outside.

Our kiss breaks, and I take a deep breath. Okay, I kissed him. Or he kissed me. We kissed. Whatever. Even though our mouths aren’t touching anymore, our bodies are still pressed together, and I don’t want to let go. I should. I should definitely let go. But…is that…?