Kenna
You know that there’s a word called ′smh′ which means ′shaking my head’? Well, that’s clearly what I’m doing right now as I cup onto my face, feeling the heat radiating as I continue to walk back towards our tents; this is way too much for me to handle right now. What was that?
Glancing at his lips? That was purposely asking him to kiss me! That was like giving him a hint. For god’s sake . . . I can’t be much dumber than now. I shouldn’t have done that because if I didn’t, he wouldn’t have kissed me. He wouldn’t even lean forward for the romantic intimacy.
Did I say . . . romantic?!
I am slowly going insane. I can feel it. My medulla oblongata is probably damaged for letting my heart rate raise; even more, my heart might even be pumping a lot of unnecessary blood throughout my bo
