I don’t tell anybody about the kiss, not even Esme, not Arun – especially not Arun. I know it’s wrong not to say anything. I know I shouldn’t have kissed Zachary back. The idea of explaining how we were screaming at each other one minute and kissing each other the next is enough to make my throat constrict. Its an explanation I don’t think I can comprehend myself.
But I can’t get the kiss off my mind.
Not during class, or therapy or when I’m lying in bed at night. It’s driving me insane. I have officially lost it here and I am lusting over the guy who tried to kill me. But I can’t stop it. My mind keeps drifting back to his lips slamming on mine, more to shut me up now I think about it, but even so, it was the single hottest and most irritating thing I have ever experienced in one go.
