AMAYA’s POV:
I could hardly grasp anything from my psychology class. My mind was wandering back to the moment when Kalex and I kissed earlier. Even if it was just brief, I felt like our lips had been connected for ages. I found myself unconsciously touching my lips, lost in time.
"Who stole your first kiss?" Cleah whispered to me, her question accompanied by a sly elbow to my side. I nodded at her.
"Cut it out, seriously," I softly scolded her.
"So, it's true, your lips aren't virgin anymore?" she teased, wanting and insisting I share the first kiss story. As much as I would like to cover my ears, I can't.
"Do you both want to share your private discussion with the class, Cleah, and Amayah? It seems like what you two are gossiping about is more interesting," our stern professor inter
