Sophie woke up the next morning on the right side of her bed.
She wasn't exactly happy, but she no longer felt the fear that lingered beneath her skin anymore.
She woke up feeling good, great, and she refused to admit that it had something to do with the kiss Louis gave her the night before.
A kiss she hadn't stopped thinking about since his lips touched hers.
Louis had kissed her, and she let him. She told herself that she shouldn't have let her guard down like that, but even as she said that, her fingers unconsciously pressed her lips briefly as she stood in front of the bathroom mirror, touching up her face.
She shook her head at herself and turned on the tap to wash her hands.
This was not the time to feel things. This was the time to go to work and be a doctor and keep her
