I felt my chest tighten as Ren leaned in.
Then his lips met mine.
For two years, I'd imagined this moment…fireworks, butterflies, the kind of spark that makes your whole body feel awake.
But when it actually happened…
Nothing.
There was no rush, no flutter, no spark.
Just his lips on my lips.
I froze. My eyes widened.
Did I feel nothing because I'd built it up too much? Created this perfect scene in my head, and turned it into a fantasy?
Ren pulled back slowly, smiling softly.
"Wow," he whispered, brushing a strand of hair behind my ear. "That… was amazing."
"Amazing?" I laughed nervously, trying not to let my confusion show. Inside, my chest sank.
He reached up and patted my head lightly. "Yeah, June… really."
My chest sank.
I had to pretend. I had to lie. I just couldn't ruin that smile.
My lips curled into a small smile, even though inside I felt… nothing. "Yeah… yeah, it was… really nice," I murmured, just enough to make him believe I enjoyed it.
