“Oh my gosh, what the fck? What did just happen?!!!” It all has been getting me to express discontent very loudly as I have been squealing while punching the innocent pillows, making the bed look like a mess.
A wide grin spreads across my face, and my eyes light up like the sky on the 4th of July.
I do not know why I am acting so out of proportion because of it when it is not even the first time that we kissed, but why do I feel like it is?
“Well, maybe because this time is quite different from the past ones,” I talk to myself in a barely audible voice as I try to convince myself to calm down. “How can he do that so good?”
Wait, what? What am I even thinking?!
I hit my own head to stop tormenting myself over absurd things. I have been looking like a fool while picking a fight with mys
