"Okay, Ciara. Just get up, have your bath, dress up and go straight to work," Ciara said to herself, her eyes fixed on the ceiling of her room. She checked the wall clock across her which read 5:30am. She rolled her eyes and placed her hands on her thumping chest.
She got off the bed and walked into the bathroom to stare at her reflection in the mirror. Ciara moved her hair from her face and over her shoulders then gave a sigh.
"It's just a kiss, Ciara. Nothing more. Don't think too much into this. None of all these makes any sense. He doesn't like you, you don't like him. The kiss was a mistake," she whispered, and tapped her cheeks softly.
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Mason peeped out from his room door to look left and right for any signs of Ciara. When he was positive on the fact that she was no where arou
