I just knew this morning with River was too good to be true. For starters, all the high I got from kissing him has varnished and I'm now left to question every little thing.
Like, how could I moan like that?
How could I sound so desperate?
How did I let him just walk into my life and begin kissing me after four years of agony over what happened between us?
And a sleepover? Really?
I check the time to confirm it's actually nine forty two. By now I'm sure he knows I chickened out of the sleepover so I head straight to my room to get some sleep.
I may not even sleep tonight but I need to lay down. Something about thinking about River gets me dizzy.
I'm about to slide into my covers when I hear a knock on the door.
Assuming it's one of the maids or my mother, I dont bother with my cover up and walk to the door with only my shorts and a brallete that's meant to be my pyjamas.
