The Party (5)

Erik leaned against the stone wall, his head spinning. Amber had kissed him. It had been brief, just a brush of her lips against his—but it had felt like an electric shock. He could still feel the warmth of her breath on his skin and the softness and sweetness of her lips on his.

He was left in a state of pure bliss and felt a warmth spreading through his body—a sense of satisfaction and contentment that he had never felt before. It had been a moment of pure connection, a spark that had ignited something deep within him.

But he couldn't let himself get too caught up in the moment. He had feelings for Amber, but so did he for Emily, and he didn't want to hurt his friend. Initially, he was very attracted to her, but that feeling became a pure friendship after some time. But now, after the kiss, he wasn't so sure anymore.