Iris
I kissed Oliver, or let Oliver kiss me, either way this was bad. I didn’t know if he did it because he wanted to or he knew it was the easiest way to fire me up. I had no idea how long I had sat in the kitchen trying to sum up the courage to call Thea for news. What was worse was I couldn’t say I didn’t enjoy it. I had a sick feeing in my stomach as recalled the ache that started to form between my legs as I pulled his lips to mine until I heard him mutter. “S***.” I couldn’t bring myself to look at him, in case he saw the desire in my eyes. I didn’t need his pity. After letting Jackson in I promised I wouldn’t rely on anyone else and here I was kissing literally the first guy I saw. The sick feeling got worse when I realised it was my first kiss and it was Oliver. I was dreading
