Kiss Me, Stupid

Thirty-five thousand feet in the air, I impulsively planted my lips on a stranger. To say it was out of character was the understatement of the century. But I wasn't worried. It's not like I'd ever see him again. Or so I thought. When I least expected it, there he was. And he looked so much better than I remembered. It was only supposed to be one kiss-a drunken lip-lock to ring in a new year. But sometimes, history repeats itself.