The Scrivener's Jest

I drove you home. You asked me inside, A question with a promise. When I said no, You smiled Kissed my check, And went inside. I drove away, A fork in the road Not taken. But even now, I feel you Your lips on my skin. Your kiss a burn.

Note: I often do the Very Short Story prompt (vss365) which started on Twitter and moved to Bluesky. There is smaller following on Mastodon. Skin was the prompt for today, and I wrote two. I thought I would post one here