C A L U M
How did I feel?
Tingly. That's how I felt. Tingly. My stomach was tingly, my lips were tingly.
After Luke's weird (but not totally unwanted) way of getting me to try smoking, he looked like he was panicking. He either regretted getting me to try smoking in the first place, or he regretted placing his lips on mine. It hurt to think of the latter, but I'd understand if he did.
It's weird how a kiss on the cheek is acceptable, after you do it everything afterwards is fine. But once it's on the lips, it's like a whole other thing.
I haven't had time to fully process what just happened before Michael's car was pulling up on the driveway. Luke threw away his cigarette, crushing it with his foot before standing up and looking down at me.
"You okay?" He asked, raising an eyebrow..
