She didn't stay.
Not even for a minute.
One second he was holding her like the world stopped spinning; the next, she was gone. No goodbye. No glance back. Just the soft click of the door shutting behind her... and the scent of her perfume haunting his lungs.
He stood there, jaw clenched, hands trembling, like a man who finally tasted heaven; and watched it walk away.
"She played me," he muttered.
But deep down?
He didn't regret the kiss.
He regretted not stopping her.