Hardin
What the hell did I just do? I could still feel the ghost of her lips brushing against mine as I sat there, watching her slowly drift into sleep. It was like a weight had been lifted off my chest, yet replaced with something heavier, something I couldn’t quite explain. But as crazy as it sounds, I was happy. I couldn’t believe how right it felt, and the orange glow from the fire seemed to paint her in an ethereal light, making her look almost like a goddess. I was an i***t, an absolute i***t for treating her the way I had all this time.
As she lay there asleep, I couldn’t help but feel a pang of guilt tug at me, not just for the kiss, but for something worse. I hadn’t been entirely honest with her. I had told her I only found out about those girls betraying her today, but in real
