A mixture of guilt and contentment wafts through my body as I drive home. Dread because I almost kissed Ayla without putting the thought of my girlfriend to mind, and pleasure that Ayla was leaning in on my accidental advance.
Jesus. What was wrong with me?
I shouldn't have wanted to kiss her. Not after the first and only time that I did made me feel like the biggest jackass in the whole world, slowly killing me inside knowing we never should have done it in the first place.
Especially not when she told me to forget about it the very next day.
"Good morning," I greet when I hear light footsteps descending down the stairs knowing perfectly well who it belonged to.
Ayla's tousled hair was all over the place. She was still wearing the dress she wore last night. I opted not to dress her
