I woke up from that dream—or nightmare. The brown-colored ceiling in my room was the first thing that registered in my eyes.
I was drenched in a cold sweat with my heart beating loudly. I immediately sat up and leaned on the headboard while clutching on my left chest. My heart felt like it was about to leap out of my chest because of that memory.
What the hell was that? Was that really a memory?
My hands went to my lips as my eyes narrowed on the bedsheets. My lips, oh, my goodness! I just want the floor to swallow me whole right now!
I kissed that man?! I straddled him?! Inside his car? And asked him to marry me?
What the hell am I even imagining? Of course, that can’t be what happened right? Why would I even ask him to marry me? Oh, f**k! I immediately slapped myself mentally and
