Give it a try?

Who did I kiss?

"So, you kissed a guy?" James clutched his stomach, laughing so hard that he fell off the couch. "I’m gonna die—"

That same evening, the three friends were sitting at James’ place, trying to recall the events of the previous night.

"I can’t even picture him kissing a guy," Lucas laughed just as loudly. "Noah, did you at least like it?"

"i***t," Noah, who was sitting at the other end of the couch, grabbed a pillow and threw it at his brother. "Of course not."

Liar. Damn it, liar. His words and his thoughts didn’t match. He would never admit out loud that he did like that kiss. Because, damn it, that guy knew exactly what he was doing…

"Noah," James finally stopped laughing and spoke, "one of my friends recorded the whole thing last night."

Noah tensed immediately.

"If you want, I can ask him to send me the video, maybe—"

Noah hesitated for a few seconds before nodding. "But I get to watch it first. Then you guys."

James agreed and got up to grab his phone and laptop from his room. Meanwhile, Noah was so deep in thought that he didn’t notice how Lucas was biting his lower lip and clenching his jaw.

"Noah, I told him to send it. It should come through any second now," James said as he handed the laptop to his friend and sat down.

"I’ll watch it in the kitchen," Noah mumbled and left.

James chuckled at his friend’s reaction, then turned to Lucas.

"Lucas? What’s up with you?"

"Nothing," the younger quickly replied, forcing a smile. "Still recovering from last night, I guess."

"Riiight... Me too."

Noah entered the kitchen, sat at the table, and opened the laptop. Just then, a notification popped up.

The video.

His heart started racing. He didn’t want to watch it, but his hands moved on their own and clicked play.

At first, nothing unusual. Just the usual drunken chaos. Then, he saw himself walking toward the living room couch. The camera briefly panned away to capture other people before shifting back…

Noah’s eyes widened.

Some girls were talking in front of the camera, but Noah wasn’t looking at them. He was focused on what was happening behind them.

There he was—grabbing some guy by the wrist, pulling him onto his lap, running his hands over him before leaning in and kissing him.

No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t see the guy’s face. He was just about to give up when the guy finally pulled away, stood up, and turned toward the camera—drunkenly smiling.

Noah froze.

His heart leapt into his throat, his hands and legs started shaking, and his tongue felt heavy.

Only one name slipped from his lips in a whisper.

"...Lucas?"