Then he turned around without saying a word and went back inside.

I looked after him, completely perplexed, and touched my lips with my cold fingertips in disbelief.

If it weren't for his jacket, I would have thought I had only dreamed it.

But she was there.

When I had somewhat recovered, I went back into the house. I pulled his jacket off my shoulders and secretly hung it back in the wardrobe.

Throughout the rest of the evening, I noticed him secretly watching me.

The next morning, however, he behaved as usual. As if the kiss had never happened. As if it had really only been an unreal dream....