My eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.
I stood frozen, shocked. How could he? I didn't kiss him back, still unable to wrap my head around what was happening. Ethan was kissing me. Ethan was kissing me! I shoved him back, slapping him. He stumbled backward, his hand on his cheek and eyes wide open in shock.
“What the f**k?” he asked, rubbing his cheek.
I blinked. “What do you mean “what the f**k?”. You f*****g kissed me. Are you insane?”
“I thought—”
I cut him off and said, “No, I don't care about what you thought. You don't just kiss a person without their f*****g consent. What do you think this is, a f*****g chick flick?”
His face turned into one of regret and guilt. “I'm sorry.”
“You should be.”
“Why would you even do that?” I asked. “You can't just kiss me out of the blue.
