I sit by the kitchen island eating cereal alone. I couldn't sleep for long, so I decided to get up and clean everything up. Everything left, that is.
It's pretty early,just 7 a.m and I'm the only one awake. It's not weird or anything. Everyone if them likes to sleep in when they're not working, which they do.
I don't know if I'm going to tell Skye about the kiss, I know he's going to be heartbroken, but I feel guilty. Guilty for not feeling guilty. The only person I can seem to tell is Leah, but I'm still not entirely sure. I don't want her to change towards Hunter. I don't even know if it meant something to him. He might've been drunk. I don't recall tasting an obvious alcoholic taste yesterday though.
I can't stop thinking about that damn kiss. His lips, his hands. They were so rough,
