As I tossed and turned in my bed, the memory of the kiss Antonio and I shared replayed in my mind like a broken record. The memory of his lips against mine tormented me relentlessly. The kiss felt electric, igniting a fire within me that I couldn't ignore.
I could still feel the warmth of his lips against mine, sending shivers down my spine. Confusion swirled within me, mingling with a sense of guilt and uncertainty. What did he mean by that kiss? Does he like me? If he did am I happy he does? I'm so confused. But getting involved with him was trouble especially when people just stopped spreading rumors about me.
The next morning, I entered the office determined to bury the memory of the kiss deep within me. Yet, every glance in his direction brought it rushing back, making it impossible
