She’d regretted it almost immediately. Sure, he was movie-star gorgeous and women shot
her daggers of envy whenever they were out together, but he was also vain and
arrogant, with the most annoying attitude of entitlement. Only she knew of his humble beginnings, and
how she longed to have that time back again – hours spent together lingering by
the pond when she would pour out her lonely heart to him. He had promised to fill that emptiness with a
lifetime of devotion and love, to worship and adore her and treat her like a
queen… And it was, after all, just a
kiss, she’d told herself. One
kiss. What could it hurt?
This short
fiction piece was based on the word prompt “kiss” from the One-Minute Writer.
