EMMA’s POV :
Damn you, Mr. Hayes! Damn you and your charming good looks and your piercing brown eyes and your delicious kisses. Damn you!
All weekend long I was haunted by thoughts of Mr. Hayes and our car ride together. The worst part was that I couldn’t tell my two best friends about it. If only I could discuss the situation and talk my feelings out with them, I wouldn’t be so tortured.
I met up with Tiff and Carrie the day after the party. It was Saturday afternoon and we were getting food at the mall. They were filling me in on things that I missed out on while I was on the second floor master bedroom playing seven minutes in heaven. And then I told them about my make-out sessions with Ryan, and how I wasn’t ready for anything too serious.
They thought it was because
