What was I thinking? I actually kissed a prince today! My mind keeps replaying the moment, the way his lips felt against mine, the unexpected warmth, the shock that coursed through my veins. I didn't know how to react to him after that; his nonchalant attitude was bewildering.
It seemed like he enjoyed teasing me, his casual demeanour only adding to my confusion. He made it seem so effortless, as if kissing him was something ordinary, something routine. But for me, it was anything but. I can't shake off the feeling of those few seconds, the flutter in my chest, the heat in my cheeks.
What if someone saw us? My heart pounds at the thought, anxiety gnawing at me. If someone did see, how much of it did they witness? The full kiss? Just a glance? All the other girls could know by now, whispe
