The next morning, I woke up with a leaping heart as last night's kiss followed me.
It felt so unreal. So surprising.
Like, I literally kissed my ex-husband?
Seriously.
And the worst part was, although regret rose in me, it wasn't as deep as it should have.
Shoot.
After the kiss, I'd headed straight to my room, taking a shower and changing into a nightgown before going to bed.
The dream I had was definitely not something to be proud of.
With a sigh, I got out of bed, heading to the bathroom where I took a shower, then brushed my teeth.
When I was done, I put on a dark green long sleeved crop top with a black tummy mid thigh length skirt.
All the while unable to stop my thoughts from swimming around the kiss.
I hated that a part of me had enjoyed it. And even more that I wasn't r
