My fingers kept touching my lips and rubbing them lightly. My eyes were narrowed as I was staring at the board where the teacher was writing the notes I needed to write down in my notebook.
I sighed frustrated and bit my lower lip. Not wanting, but with no other choice I started to write down the notes. But my mind kept wondering as I was writing.
I knew I was very tired yesterday. Like a lot. So much I probably still needed to sleep. But that was the problem. Yesterday I was tired out of my mind. And I wasn’t that sure if dreamed the kiss with Midnight or not. When I woke up in the morning, there was no clue to make me believe that he actually kissed me and that he said to me he liked me.
And even though I kept touching the freaking lips, I still didn’t know if they touched his or not.
