Bree
Oh my gosh, oh man, I kissed Fallon. I kissed Fallon. What the hell was I thinking? I rub my swollen lips and close my eyes as I recall how delicious it felt.
As I lie in my bed, I rewind to every moment of the kiss. What do I do in the morning? Do I pretend that it never happened? Do I apologize? I feel so stupid. But I also regret that we didn’t go further.
Come morning, I’m feeling terrible from lack of sleep. I also concluded that I need to be honest about my feelings. I can’t handle letting him walk away from me like he did last time.
Since my encounter with the demon appears coincidental, I consider returning home. All I have to do is what I had been doing before I went on that idiotic date. I’ll stick to going home after class and if I go out, make sure I’m in a well-lit
