Kristal's POV
I kissed Dr. Kenny Davidson.
I.
Kissed.
Dr. Kenny—
No.
We're not doing this.
I roll onto my stomach and shove my face into my pillow.
Unfortunately, suffocating myself doesn't erase memories.
Because I can still feel it.
His arm around my waist.
My hands against his chest.
His breath against my lips.
That split second when neither of us moved.
And then...
Me.
Apparently deciding that rational thought was overrated and kissing the man.
"Jesus Christ."
I roll onto my back and stare at the ceiling.
It's Saturday morning, and I've been awake for approximately fifteen minutes.
I've spent fourteen of them replaying last night.
The other minute was dedicated to remembering the snort.
We don't discuss the snort.
Ever.
I grab my phone from the nightstand.
Noth
