SEVEN
AlmaI lie in bed, facing the wall for what seems like forever. The sun has been up for hours, but I have no reason to get out of bed yet. Quinn is still sleeping. I can hear her soft breathing. She stumbled in not too long after Leo left last night, but I pretended to be asleep. I didn’t feel like talking.
I’m still so confused about last night and the kiss. For a minute, he was amazing and sweet, and then the next second, he was back to being an a*s. If he’s just a jerk, fine, but why did he have to kiss me and play mind games like that? How did I go from hating him as he glared at me before embarrassing me during the drinking game to wanting him to kiss me? And I did want it. Just as he’d told me I would.
It was just a kiss, and I can even rationalize it by telling myself that i
