Sydney
The moment Maddox’s lips touched my forehead, the air in my lungs left for good. It was quick but not as quick as the thoughts that dashed through my mind. Thoughts like, what does this mean for me? What does this mean for him? Why did he do that? Does he normally do this? Basically, random borderline senseless questions that girls have when they like someone, but can't have. Usually, those that tend to blur your mind or make you overanalyze things that you categorize as super mixed signals in the end. But there’s also you trying so hard to convince yourself that it’s probably nothing because well, he’s Maddox and you just don't want to get your hopes up only to have it dropped so far down.
I blinked a couple of times in shock as I try to make sense of what just happened. I guess
