My concrete feet froze to the floor while his lips slowly drew closer. It was happening so fast. His lips met mine and I could smell a hint of whisky which sent a rabble of butterflies in my stomach … well more like a swarm of bees!

“Arghh!” Suddenly, guilt shot down my spine as I saw his shocked helpless face when he came crashing to the floor. I know I shouldn’t have pushed him, but he doesn’t even know me; I have a boyfriend. Oh dear, what am I going to say t-
“What on Earth did you do that for?” It was at that moment when I realised it was him. My boyfriend was dressed like that?