He huffs out a quiet laugh. “Didn’t feel like a mistake.”
Oh my God.
“Not when you closed your eyes,” he adds, voice dropping slightly. “And pulled me closer.”
“Okay stop,” I cut in, pointing at him. “I… I… gotta go. Bye.”
I spin around before he can say anything else and practically sprint into the building.
I don’t stop until I’m inside.
Then I lean against the wall, pressing my hands to my face.
What the hell did I just do?
I kissed him. I actually f*****g kissed him.
And the worst part is I liked it.
I have definitely lost my mind.
That is the only logical explanation for whatever the hell I’m doing right now.
I drag a hand down my face as I climb the stairs. My legs are still sore and my brain even worse. Who kisses a guy in his car out of nowhere like that? Not me. Not t
