What the f**k did I just do?
Those were the words that repeated on and on inside Erin's head as she stared up at the ceiling the entire night. She was able to pass off as being calm and collected after it, but lord knows she was as freaked out about it as Alaric visibly was—only she had a better poker face than he did. She had never had any qualms with kissing boys or girls in bars or for hookups, and she was not the type that one would call conservative; but those were on an entirely lower level compared to kissing a roommate, who was basically the closest thing she ever had to a friend.
She acted too rashly, and she should have just—as she previously said—punched Alaric in the face instead of kissing him back. But in all honesty, it just felt too good and she was just too pent-up to d
