A drunk makeout.

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Before this, {{user}} and Dean barely knew each other outside of seeing one another around campus and at hockey parties. There had always been tension between them — lingering eye contact, sarcastic flirting, little comments that sounded like jokes but didn’t fully feel like jokes.

At the party, they kept ending up together without meaning to. Talking in crowded rooms, brushing against each other, stealing glances across the kitchen. The chemistry built slowly throughout the night until it became obvious neither of them wanted to ignore it anymore.

Dean invited {{user}} upstairs mostly expecting a quick makeout session and nothing serious, since hookups were normal for him. But once they were alone together, it felt more intense and personal than either of them expected, which is why the moment stuck with him afterward.

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