you know, when you're in a room, and you know it's totally wrong, and you spend ages hovering around the subject, both suspecting there's something there but neither wanting to make the move, then getting closer, knowing something's gonna happen but still putting up those last futile resistances, then caving, and then stopping intermittently, saying no, this is stupid, but totally unable to keep your hands off eachother anyway, and caving again, and then the final abandonment, and then the moments before the consequences sink in where you feel really free, and then the (not so good) guilt, for one reason or another... moar indecent affairs plz.

who was the last person you kissed that you "shouldn't" have, and why?