Asha
What am I going to do? Why did I just kiss him? This was not like last time, when he kissed my neck. This time I did, I pulled him down when he got close and kissed him. And he kissed me back.
It was hot, needy. And I am pretty sure we were close to putting aside all the pretenses we have built up and give into our most primal instincts.
Now, I am stuck catching my breath, and he is doing the same outside my car door. Why did I do that? We had something good, and I just took it to another level. Now it’s going to get all awkward.
What if he wants to do that again? If he wants, s**t, you want to do that again. He slowly goes around to the other side of the car, and I follow his movement.
He gets into the car. I am trying to think about what to say, but he starts talking first.
