It definitely wasn't how he'd thought it would happen. And he'd thought about it. A lot.

He'd thought, as an absolute minimum, there would be alcohol involved. Probably a bucket-load. Him so he'd be brave enough to do it and her so she wouldn't be sharp enough to say no.

He'd also thought there would be helpfully dim lighting. Plenty of shadows to hide in, to conceal his intentions until the last minute, just in case he chickened out and changed his mind.

And he'd thought, for sure, that she'd be hesitant. That even if he won her round in the end, she'd be uncertain at first, maybe a little unresponsive.

But it hadn't been like that. They'd been stone cold sober, under the strip lights of her office. And, for a brief moment, she'd responded to him as if she'd been made for it.

As first kisses went, it was all wrong.

As first kisses went, it was perfect.