Melissa didn't have anything to do that afternoon so she stayed on her bed, staring at the wall. There were about five girls in the room, chatting and laughing but Melissa refused to join them in their talk even when they had invited her.
She had instead lied that she wasn't feeling too well and would like to rest. But the reality was she didn't feel like talking or even laughing. It had been impossible to sleep the previous night as all of her thoughts were filled with the kiss of the previous evening.
She could not believe she had let him kiss her and she could not believe that she had liked it. She had liked it so much that she hadn't wanted it to stop. His lips had tasted just as sweet as she had expected them to. He was a good kisser; he could make a girl forget her name with just o
