Their lips intertwined in a lip lock unlike any other Dominik had experienced. He was into it and really hoped Aleksander was into it, too. A million waves of electricity fell over him as they kissed, Aleks's hands gripping Dominik's arms and their mouths connected in a heated kiss.

All too soon, they had pulled away and Dominik felt an empty pit at the bottom of his stomach. He wanted more, so desperately wanted more. But Aleks was like a drug, once you got a taste of the feeling, you couldn't get enough. You always crave for more and it's all that is on your mind. Even if Dominik was not consciously thinking about it, Aleks was there in the back of his mind. The kiss lingered there, to, stored in a box of secret memories.

For the rest of the night, Dominik had tried to play it off like it was nothing. But often times, he couldn't help the longing looks he threw to Aleks, hoping no one from his circle of friends noticed. And no one did. Or if they did, they didn't say. And that was what Dominik had preferred.

His mind lingered to the kiss, how warm Aleks's lips were, how well they fit with his own, how they made him come alive, almost as if with an electric current. Aleks, his hands on Dominiks's body, kissing him, if only for a dare felt good.

Dominik wished desperately that Aleks hadn't just kissed Dominik on a dare, on a stupid deal his friends had made. But there was no enying it. Magda and Karolina would kiss only if Dominik and Aleks would kiss. And so they did. That was it, a done deal. A dare, nothing more. It tore at Dominik's heart.

The scenery changed around Dominik, as if he were in a dream and suddenly, he was in his room, watching his computer screen with tears rolling down his cheeks. Dominik watched as all of his friends and strangers turned his back on him and ridiculing him. He wished he hadn't kissed Aleks at all, wished he'd never met Aleks. But it was too late, everything was out of his control.

Dominik woke with a start. He looked around the dark room and realized he was in his new room, and the ordeal was months behind him. Sylvia was behind him, the Suicide Room was behind him, everything was behind him. The self harm, the bullying was all part of his past. He had started anew at a new school and a new house. Not everything was perfect but he was learning to become stronger. He was a new person now and he could get over anyone and anything.

Except a certain someone, that is.