Blakely's POV
“Blakely!” Stan wrapped his arms around me, hugging me so tight as he constantly kissed my hair. I couldn’t take my eyes off of Nik. He was staring back into my eyes while our eyes were talking.
What just happened? I let him touch me. I let him kiss me. He let me kiss him. The feeling of his lips on mine was still there. I could still feel the sensations he gave me. I could still feel his burning touch, his gentle kisses, his warmth, his body on mine.
What does that mean? I don’t know. I don’t wanna believe the beautiful fantasy I’m drowning into right now. I don’t wanna believe that he has feelings for me. Remembering all of our arguments and our past, I know it’s impossible for him to feel even an ounce of feelings for me. But…his kisses…his touch…his stares. Everything
