Ava turned her phone camera toward Ethan.
Ethan and Sylvia were in the center of the dance floor, locked in a deep, passionate kiss. His eyes were closed, completely lost in the moment.
It hit me then–yesterday, when we slept together, we didn’t even kiss. In the heat of the moment, I had leaned in to kiss him, only for him to pull back.
“Sorry, I’m just not into kissing. It’s gross. Saliva makes me feel sick,” he had said.
Like an idiot, I had believed him, yet here he was, making out with Sylvia in front of everyone without any hesitation or second thoughts.
So, it wasn’t that he didn’t like kissing. He just didn’t like kissing me.
Watching them on the phone, I felt a thousand tiny needles stab my heart, each one sharper than the last, until I could barely breathe.
Just this afternoon, Ethan had casually told Lucas he wanted to go after Sylvia, and now, just a few hours later, they were already a couple.
Classic Ethan. He always gets what he wants, no matter who he has to crush along the way.
As the dance officially started, Ethan naturally invited Sylvia for the first dance. They spun together in the center of the floor, the spotlight on them, while the onlookers around them were mesmerized by their perfect moment.
Everyone admired the scene.
Everyone except me.
