Winter POV
I watched him walk away, feeling nothing but regret. I knew he wasn't happy that he'd kissed me, but it wasn't like I forced him to. I feel indignant now. My mind is still spinning from his kiss and the feel of his hands on me. The tingles and the sparks that flew between us and my body already craves more. Still, even though I'm sure he had felt the same things I did, he almost ran out of the room like a bat out of hell. That stung like crazy. Was the kiss that bad?
It's less than an hour later and I feel the most excruciating pain in my chest, one that has me doubling over and wheezing. I can't scream for help and I feel helpless, tears running down my face. . I'd never felt this pain before, clawing at my chest as shouts rang out from the corridor, nurses and the doctor ra
