Angelina
It has been 30 minutes since I have been sitting on my bed, with my hands gripping my head.
How could I do it? How could I? How could I kiss him??
Oh god!
I was possibly shocked by the nightmare, and maybe, I kissed because I needed some comfort.
Argh, but who kisses someone in need of comfort??
He did kiss back but then recoiled from it. He denied me, he rejected me.
Oh god...why don't I go and dig myself in embarrassment.
It was way too much for you to be embarrassed Angel; you should be ashamed of what you did.
But the way his face looked worried, his eyes held concern for me, his lips looked delicious...
Ohh, stop it! You horny girl...
