Surprisingly, I managed to get some sleep.
Maybe Theron's kiss had short-circuited something in my brain, because the moment my head hit the pillow, my entire system decided to shut down. But as morning crept in well, a few hours later, technically restlessness came clawing back, ready to swallow me whole.
I already knew the morning would be laced with tension. There was no pretending nothing had happened. Lines had been crossed, and I still hadn’t figured out how to deal with it. Worse, I might owe him some kind of explanation, and I had absolutely no idea what to say.
There were no feelings between Theron and me at least none I was ready to acknowledge. We were on a path headed somewhere clear, and it had a big bold sign reading: f**k buddies. There were no exits, no crossroads, and d
