I don’t know why I thought going to my room would make things less awkward. I had panicked in the moment because I hadn’t expected to kiss Blake, and when we did it felt so right that I knew my feelings for him were more than just a childish crush.
I didn’t want to stop, and now that I was sat on my bed with the door closed I couldn’t help imagining what would have happened between us if I hadn’t pushed him away. It really didn’t help my attempt to calm down and get some sleep.
I was restless, and I tried desperately to think about something other than the fact his lips were so soft and his chest was firm and unyielding beneath my hands. His heart had been racing, and for some stupid reason, I thought he might have regretted kissing me because his reaction was just ‘f**k’, and he had sai
