ESTEFANÍA
I had never received a forced kiss from anyone other than Joshua, and it felt so different. With Josh, it was like coming back to life amidst a whirlwind of butterflies in my stomach that made me float, and my heart would pound in my chest from the joy of being with him and feeling reciprocated. But with Marcelino, I felt absolutely nothing. There was no sensation beyond the discomfort of something forced. I only felt gratitude towards him for giving me an opportunity, and I saw him as my mentor, a friend, nothing more. But he was becoming a headache.
“What is going on here!?” a voice asked, snapping me out of it as I pushed Marcelino away from me. In a rush, I went towards him and unleashed my indignation with two slaps that turned his face to both sides.
“What the hell is wr
