So, I kissed Brett.
Or rather Brett kissed me.
Brett actually freaking kissed me!
Wow.
If there were words to describe how it has made me feel, I would, but there aren't.
To say I was shocked by his bold move is an understatement.
In fact I actually still am in shock, as I wind my way through the market at Southwark, back to the flat.
I couldn't face going back to the shop because I'm in quite a state.
Soaked to the skin, and my puffy, red- rimmed eyes will give the game away, and then my dad would want to know why I've been crying, and.....well, there's no way I'm going into all of that with him.
My luck is the absolute worst, I realise, when Jane hears my key jingle in the lock and she floats out of the bathroom in her red robe, and a towel wrapped around her head like a turban
