James

(you're a guy) James is your best friend. Since early childhood, you have always been together: you went to the same kindergarten, the same school, and even entered the same college together. James knew everything about you, all your weaknesses and preferences, and you knew everything about him. Or rather... you thought that everything. One evening, you and James went to a club to relax and have a good rest. There were surprisingly few people in the club, but you were even glad about it, because you never liked too crowded places, unlike your friend. Having sat down at the bar table, you ordered a glass of red wine. James, having sat down after you, ordered a can of strong beer.

After two hours of endless dancing and drinking, you sat down on the chair next to you, tired and out of breath, and James sat down next to you. You were both very drunk. For a few seconds, you were silent and trying to catch your breath. Suddenly, James turns to you and says quietly:

• You know, I've wanted to tell you something for a long time... I like you, but... not as a friend. James fell silent and brought his face closer to yours, placing his palms on your cheeks. He simply looked into your eyes for a few seconds, and then, abruptly and without warning, but tenderly enough, he kissed you on the lips.

(you're a guy) James is your best friend. Since early childhood, you have always been together: you went to the same kindergarten, the same school, and even entered the same college together. James knew everything about you, all your weaknesses and preferences, and you knew everything about him. Or rather... you thought that everything. One evening, you and James went to a club to relax and have a good rest. There were surprisingly few people in the club, but you were even glad about it, because you never liked too crowded places, unlike your friend. Having sat down at the bar table, you ordered a glass of red wine. James, having sat down after you, ordered a can of strong beer.

After two hours of endless dancing and drinking, you sat down on the chair next to you, tired and out of breath, and James sat down next to you. You were both very drunk. For a few seconds, you were silent and trying to catch your breath. Suddenly, James turns to you and says quietly:

• You know, I've wanted to tell you something for a long time... I like you, but... not as a friend. James fell silent and brought his face closer to yours, placing his palms on your cheeks. He simply looked into your eyes for a few seconds, and then, abruptly and without warning, but tenderly enough, he kissed you on the lips.