Back then continues…
Matthew
It would be a bold-faced lie if I said I didn't feel anything when I kissed Sarah Wilson.
Unfortunately, that's the problem. I felt something—a lot more than I should have.
I watch her walk next to me, her back straight and her shoulders confident, as if she's already won. And in a way, I suppose she has. I never expected her to press me like this. I certainly never expected that kiss. I had hoped I could keep it simple, keep it controlled, but she's like a force I can't seem to outrun.
And that damn kiss…
It was supposed to be nothing. Just a moment to shut her up. A little exchange that would let her feel like she had won, to quiet that cocky little smile of hers.
But instead, it made my pulse spike. It left me with a lingering warmth I couldn't ignore, a fire that I didn't want to admit was there.
I drag my hand through my hair, trying to shake off the heat crawling up my neck. "Get it together," I mutter under my breath.
