In the middle of the party, everybody was having a blast. Food and drinks were aplenty. Stories were flowing like water from an open faucet.
I stepped towards the table to put my food down, then I felt a pair of hands on my shoulders. I didn’t stop to see who it was, there weren’t much choices, you see. But I heard your voice say, “I miss you. Mwah!”
I could not be mistaken. I’m sure it was your voice. But why that statement? It puzzled me.
Surprised for a moment, I took a step forward. But that wasn’t before I felt a quick, soft smack on my shoulder.
You looked like nothing had happened. Maybe nothing did. But I couldn’t help but think: “Did you really just kiss my shoulder?”
But I couldn’t dare ask.
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