I couldn’t look into Ambrose’s eyes the next day. I wish I didn’t wake up early because of the urge to urinate.
I can still feel his lips on mine even though I have already brushed my teeth. I have some random moments where I stare at nothing because his kiss seemed to have done huge damage in my sanity.
I seem to have lost my mind at that moment and just acted on instinct. I can’t believe I initiated the kiss when I was the one who wrote the rule about no kissing. I can’t fathom what went into my mind.
What would Ambrose be thinking about right now? He must think he’s going to marry a stupid girl who can’t even handle a little wine. I must be weak at everything.
I sighed hard. I want to erase my memories from last night because it’s embarrassing. I don’t even know how I’m going to
