Lana lay on her bed crying her heart out. She regretted asking Santiago such a question and damnit, she had let herself be overwhelmed by a stupid emotion of an adult teenage mind. She even felt irritated thinking about the word Kiss. The word that most of the girls in her age were proud to use in a boast talk.
She couldn't help but cover her face in shame after seeing Santiago's reaction. She should have found a way to stop that prickly feeling thumping in her heart.
She should have found a way to seal it at least for now her sister was still nowhere to be found. After all, Santiago was way too old for her. But she couldn't help it. She had unknowingly developed some feelings for him.
It all started on a cold Saturday summer morning, when the flowers were just blooming in the dew, sending a mind-blowing scent to linger in the air. Just as Lana was enjoying this beauty of nature, Santiago drove in in his flashy Mercedes Benz sports car and parked in front of their house.
