"What about Michael?" Kate asked. "How do you feel about him?"
Kate's question reminded me of Michael kissing me last night.
It was the first kiss of my life and the best experience I've ever had.
When Michael kissed me, every cell in my body was screaming for him, and it made me feel like I wasn't even myself. It was an unprecedented, novel, out-of-control experience.
I was even afraid of it. My biological instincts urged me to transform into a beast to have sex with him, but I wasn't mentally prepared.
"He's not bad," I said vaguely.
"Come on," Kate said, looking at my expression. "Something must have happened between you two. Hurry up and tell me the truth!"
Kate was observant in this aspect. I was thinking about avoiding this topic. Thankfully, I saw the teacher walk in from outside the door. I turned the conversation around and said thoughtfully, "Shh, it's almost time for class."
