Frida
I stare at him dumbfounded, time seems to stand still.
Stanley just kissed me!
Then, I gradually close my eyes and return the kiss, my lips meeting his with a softness that sends a tingling sensation throughout my body.
After what feels like an eternity, we slowly pull away, our eyes meeting in an intense gaze. My cheeks are warm with a blush, I can just feel it. I sink my teeth into my lower lip as if trying to process the sudden turn of events.
“I… I didn’t expect that,” I stammer.
“I didn’t either,” Stanley replies. “But there’s something about you, Frida. I couldn’t help it. I hope you aren’t angry at me.”
“I… I’m not angry,” I say softly, my voice filled with a mixture of vulnerability and curiosity. “In fact, I’m… I’m glad you kissed me.”
Stanley grins. “Is that right?”
