The earlier rejection is replaying in my head like a cassette loop, making me feel afloat as my body moves mindlessly to go home.
While my tears finally roll down my cheeks and I feel utterly humiliated in every way, Joshua's voice repeatedly repeats inside of my clouded mind. It feels gauche to admit out loud that I subconsciously let my guard down to be kissed by a man I'm married to, yet am not emotionally tied to. I don’t want to imagine what I might've thought if he had managed to steal my first kiss.
The way I was swooned by him at that moment fills me with embarrassment. It's frustrating how ready I was to be kissed by him the moment he touched me like that for the first time since we met.
Consequently, why would someone like me, who has kept her heart protectively in a cage almo
