I turned on my bed, still rivaling my thoughts, sleep was the last thought on my mind, and staying in bed wasn't helping either. So I sat up and a breath released from me. What have I done? Did I really kiss William, surely there was nothing to be shameless about. We were sort of engaged right but still…
I groaned, gripping my head like I was about to lose it, maybe I'm losing it! I can't stop it from messing with my brain, the scene kept recreating in my head and it was already giving me a headache. Was I disrespectful? Did he like it? Like it? I blushed. How on earth am I supposed to know if he likes it or not? I haven't even seen his face. He probably thinks I'm unabashed!
This is not helping at all! My mind was already playing the possible reply if I see him tomorrow. Chills engulfed my body.
