Soft lips pressing against the soft of mine, causing my clothed body to shiver under all those clothes, fingers pressing on my waist like I am the only one to hold onto, making my skin burning from passion in the middle of the dark hallway.

Suddenly, it got hot, the temperature was rising, and I felt his lips on mine even though it had happened many hours ago. I wanted to take back my words and to keep them to myself – but I knew very well that I wouldn't have gotten away with it if I did.

If I would've tried to, there would've been no other but Jenna who has always known me better than anybody else ever since we had met.

Her face went all blank, her body stiffed, and I thought she was just about to judge me and, also, throw me out of her flat. Even though she had been quite pumped about me and Harry, much more in comparison to me.

To my surprise, though, I saw a short second of excitement flashing in her light eyes as she crossed her arms.

"So Harry it is then..." She mumbled, looking straight into my eyes before she pushed herself back to the headboard of her bed.

"Mhm," I murmured, whatever she meant with "it is then". I hadn't married him, and she acted like had chosen him as the man of my life.

I couldn't decide whether she was mad or, actually, really happy for me. She kept analysing me.

"How'd it come?"

"Uhm," I started as I fiddled with my hands. "H-He... He pulled me to him and then just kissed me."

I said the words as fast as I could, almost stumbling over each. "And, we got caught by John."

"John Marbles!?" She almost screamed.

"Yeah, quite embarrassing," I fake chuckled, wanting to make this moment no as awkward as it turned out to be. I could have expected this to happen, though.

"Jeez, Shay," She squealed, sitting up even more so that she could look at me better. "Didn't know you were such a tiger!"

"I'm not!"

"Girl, you totally are! Making out with a businessman? Sounds nothing like Shay," - And she was right. It, indeed, sounded nothing like Shay.

The fact that I had kissed him back had been, and I was pretty sure, also quite surprising for him as it had been for me.

I sat down on a chair in front of Jenna's bed, hiding my face in my hands. "I don't know what to do, Jenna."

Jenna ignored my words. "But how exactly did it happen? Did you refuse the kiss?"

"No, but I wa-,"

"Oh, dang, Shay!" She laughed loudly, so that her body was moving up until she then plumped back on her mattress.

She now sat up again, "So, are ya gonna tell Miss Smith about it?" She watched me closely as I thought about it.

"I don't know," I answered truthfully, "She wanted me to strengthen the bond that she had already built up between him and Walgreen. I guess I did it."

"So you think a kiss strengthens a bond?" Jenna raised her right eyebrow as she air quoted the words.

I hoped I wasn't just another kiss for Harry. Even if he was an idiot. I didn't want to be.

"Hmmm..." Jenna mumbled, "I'd think about that again."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, Shay, I can't blame y'all. Making out happens behind every facet of a company, at least in those movies I watch. It's a common thing. Colleagues fuck." She shrugged her shoulders and titled her head to one said as I cringed at her words, almost giggling.

Maybe, the kiss wasn't as bad. It could, indeed, strengthen the bond between our magazine and Harry.

"But," Jenna continued. "I, uh, had been quite pumped for you getting to know him. Can't deny that. But you gotta be careful, especially with the new people you meet."

"What do you mean!?" I asked for the second time in this conversation, raising my voice. I made sure to look up and not hide my face anymore.

I wanted to stand up for what I had done.

And, Jenna confused me.

"You," She started, "You kissed him. Even if he did it first, he can hold it against you and your cute ass of a new coming journalist."

I fake smiled at her before looking down on the floor, trying to appreciate her caring about me. She was right, though. That were exactly my worries.

He could hold it against me and there's nothing I could do about it.

"Why did he even kiss you?" Jenna suddenly asked, and for a short moment I thought she couldn't understand his intentions. Because, why would he kiss somebody like me?

"He told me he had quite a lot respect for me," I explained. "Because I didn't jump on him right away."

Jenna furrowed her eyebrows. "He kissed you because you hadn't have those intentions first?"

Now when she said it, it didn't make any sense to me.

"Not exactly, I rushed out of the room when he said that."

"And he rushed after you when you did?" Jenna questioned.

I just nodded and looked through the window on my right. I was just a beginning journalist that had started her way into the real world of journalism quite clumsy.

Harry probably had had those intentions first and would have kissed me even if I wouldn't have stormed out. He probably thought I was an easy catch.

I was such a fool.

I let the short moments of calm sink in. As a friend, Jenna was supposed to make me feel better about this situation, and she kind of did.

But it wasn't enough. I was insecure and unsure and confused, and also mad at me, all at once.

Jenna suddenly started smiling, "At least you've gotten an interesting article now."

"Yeah, kind of." I shrugged it off, "Now, what do I do? Do I tell Miss Smith?" I asked her again.

I now needed her advice. I feared being fired and as I had always had the opinion of preferring admitting something instead of having somebody else find it out in a hurtful way, I was mentally preparing myself for an upcoming conversation with Miss Smith.

"I dunno," Jenna replied truthfully. "I wouldn't, if I was you. But I ain't you so you'll probably just tell Miss Smith just because you're Shay. I know you."

I didn't want to Jenna to win at this point.

Just because Shay sometimes admitted defeat, it didn't have to be like that this time.

"You know what? I won't tell her." I stated before getting up from the seat.

Little did I know she already knew...