It was wrong. It was wrong just talking to him, flirting with him. A stranger in the hotel room. Her friends all around, chatting up the other fellows. But this one was talking to her and smiling at her. It was wrong.

It was time for the guys to go. Reluctantly. They knew they weren’t going to get anywhere with her friends. But he might have been able to convince her.

It was wrong. Kissing him wasn’t right. And yet it would turn out to be the most perfect kiss of her life.

The world disappeared into nothing. Time stopped. Existence was only his lips over hers, his breath into hers. The most perfect kiss.

“Let’s go to your room,” he whispered when they parted.

And it would have been easy, wouldn’t it? But she couldn’t say yes. She could only say no.

She would watch him walk away soon enough. She would only see him one more time.

She would spend the rest of her days remembering this most perfect kiss. Needing it, feeling it, wanting it. Never having it again.

Still, she would never regret saying no.