The sun shone in through the hotel room window as Trisha slowly opened her eyes. As her eyes adjusted to the light, a handsome British man with curly brown hair came into view.
It was Oliver.
There was a big gap between their two single beds; they did not sleep together. But, there was still an ambiguous vibe in the air.
Trisha placed a finger to her mouth, brushed it across her lips gently, and blushed. That was right, they had kissed last night. Most importantly, it wasn't a simple touching of lips or an innocent peck, it was a steamy passionate kiss. A kiss that made her body feel hot just by thinking about it.
Trisha fanned her cheeks and sat up. Oliver kissed her yesterday. He told her he kissed her because he liked her. But, she was so flustered that she ended up pushing him away and scurrying back to the hotel.
All the way home, Oliver followed cheekily behind her. "You were jealous, weren't you?" he asked.
