Thirteen
Ivy
Did I go too far by kissing her? In the heat of the moment, it seemed like a funny thing to do but now that I was in bed, I was worried about the implications. Would Frances think I was making a pass at her?
I turned on my side, throwing my blanket off.
It had been a nice kiss, but it was barely more than a peck. A quick smooch between friends. The fake-girlfriend thing complicated it a little but it was fake. Fake.
My toes got cold and I adjusted my duvet, bunching it up so I could kind of straddle it.
Why did I kiss her? Whyyyyy. If she’d been a guy, I wouldn’t have unless I was into him. But she wasn’t a guy and kissing girls was different anyway. I’d kissed Jenna plenty of times for fun on a drunken night out and those never meant anything.
Gah, this was ridiculous.
