Katelyn’s POV
Kiss? Kiss? Yet again, I let myself keep thinking of the kiss I got from Ryan, and even slept.
My eyes flickered and I turned in bed, I was silly, I should stop, I should stop dreaming about it, but how can I stop when it actually happened.
I saw him, pulling me close to the wall at the arcades, his pale blue eyes bored into mine, his face inches from mine and I couldn't look away.
I knew what was to come next, his lips, my eyes lowered to his lips, those soft lips I remembered kissing even in my drunk state.
His lips curled up in a thin smile and I watched the corner of his eyes wrinkled, without saying a word, he leaned close, his lips moving closely to mine.
I should have pushed him away, I should have run, but I didn’t. I stood there, unconsciously pushing my lips
