His name used to make no effect to me. His name used to be simply just a name. It didn't evoke anything inside me.

But then, it started to change. As I began to develop this crush towards him, everytime I heard his name, my heart would skip a beat and my stomach would flutter.

That was, until some nights ago.

Now, everytime I hear his name, much less staring at him, my heart thumps loudly, butterlies in my stomach and sometimes, I even blush.

This is all because that night.

It was after the release of another new single, which soon became the first in every chart in Japan. And there was celebration, there always was. All of us, Jiro, Takuro, Teru, me, Masahide and Toshi went to celebrate at out favorite bar.

Talking, laughing, getting deliriously drunk.

And that time, even Jiro got drunk. Jiro who couldn't hold alcohol. Drop dead drunk that he might not even know who he was anymore.

Oh, yes, I was drunk too. But not as drunk as that cute angel was since I was pretty much used with all the alcohol we had. I was drunk, but I was still aware of my surrounding, of what happened around me.

And it was such a nice view, seeing Jiro in his drunken state like that. His cheeks deeply flused, his eyes bright and somewhat unfocused, his pouty lips wet with liquor.

And that time, Teru just *had* to suggest us play Truth or Dare. How so much of Teru.

The first went to Takuro, then Masahide, then Toshi, then Teru, then... Jiro.

And Jiro chose dare, of course. He almost always chose dare.

And Teru... Teru that lovable little bastard, Teru who had always known my secret feeling towards Jiro, dared him to kiss me.

To *kiss* me.

I tried my best not to choked in surprise, kept my cool and glared one of my best glare at him but he just grinned cheekily at me.

That little devil, he was really asking to be killed.
Teru repeated his dare, giggling a little, snuggling to Takuro, winking at me, and Jiro blinked owlishly after hearing the dare he should do.

He blinked, and blinked again, and again, those wide, innocent eyes of him.

He turned at me and tilted his head in thought.

Oh well, maybe he was having doubt whether to kiss me or not. I didn't really expect him to do the dare though, afterall... why should he?

But I should've known that he was not the type to run away from the dare he got and - just a note that everyone had in mind - no one ever got away from the dare, espescially if Teru was the one who made the dare.

"Okay," he said easily, and my heart practically leapt to my throat after hearing his word.

He began to moved closer to me. Damn him. Damn Tekko. I sat transfixed in my spot as I saw him getting closer to me.

Godness, he even looked so so cute and adorable and sexy in his drunkenness.

My mouth went dry and I licked my lips, in a sudden, strange nervousness and anticipation.

He was getting so much, so painfully close, his lips hovering only a mere centimeter away from mine, his breath teasing my skin and suddenly my world narrowed down into him and me.

I couldn't think. Dammit, even I almot forgot how to breath properly, seeing him so, so close like that.

I was barely able to resist the urge to just grab him and clamp my lips over his, kissing him furiously.

I heard giggles. Teru, of course. He was lucky I was so absorbed in this or else I'd have killed him already.

That was when I suddenly felt his lips over mine, wet, soft, velvety. I gasped a little in surprise but... but...

Godness, he tasted so good. I had always thought, fantasized over how he'd taste but tasting him in reality was much, *much* better than in fantasy. I couldn't resist the urge to run my tounge on his lower lip, trying to coaxed his lips open so I could slip my tounge into his mouth.

He tasted like... liquor, sweet and intoxicating. Like something sweet, something unexplainable. Sweeter than the sweetest thing I had ever tasted.

The dare was actually for Jiro to kiss me, but what happened was actually me kissing him.

His lips slowly parted and I just couldn't restrain myself from plunging my tounge into his mouth, the sweet, hot, wet cave. I rubbed my tounge at his, teasing him, getting him to respond me and when he did... when he did...

I thought - think - it was of of the best kisses I have ever had. If not *the* best.

And when that small moans came out from a point deep in his throat, I felt like I wanted to rip his clothes away and made him mine right now and then.

It was too good to be true and it made me dizzy.

It was Takuro at the end who broke the two of us apart before the kisses turned into something more.

I pulled away from him reluctantly and watched him intently. He was wearing a satisfied grin on his angelic face, face flushed endearingly, pantig lightly, and his eyes bright and full of something... something I couldn't really put a finger on, but there was passion there, burning in those depths.

But the next day... the next day he had forgotten about it though. He didn't even remember what had happened the day before. I couldn't believe it, but then again, maybe I should've expected it.

It was common that people like him, who cannot consume liquor much, had a very very horrible hangover afterwards and most of the time, they'd forget what had happenned the nights before when they got drunk.

So that was it. He didn't remember anything. Even as Teru had teased him and poited it out to him... Jiro still didn't remember. As unbelievable as it might sound, Jiro didn't have any idea what he had done that night. Yes, that means he didn't believe Teru and took it that Teru was just teasing him like always.

And the thing was... he wasn't lying. I could see it that he really didn't remember what had happened.

And I was forced to swallow my pride and this strange pain at the knowledge that he didn't remember.

But the thing is... the kiss is still haunting me. Before I kissed him, I wanted to know how he'd taste. Now after I have kissed him, after I've known how wonderful he tasted, I want more. More and more and more.

And my crush has gone deeper. It has reached a much higher level that just a mere crush.

I want him, but I'm not sure what he feels. That night I was pretty much sure he wanted me too, but now I'm just not sure.

Our relationship is still the same like it has been. Nothing much changed.

But no matter how much I want him, I won't beg. I won't show him how much I want him. I have my own pride anyway. I *might* try another way to get him, but I won't let myself look so desperate.

I can survive. I can live with the memory of that kiss haunting me.

Afterall, it was just a kiss...

... right?