HOW I ACTED earlier after kissing her was undeniably wrong. I was so annoyed with myself.
When Dad walked in on us, the first thing that came to my mind was to protect her. Too bad that I even failed spectacularly at that. I didn't want my father to think that she was just one of those women I flirt with because it's not true. There was something about her that draws me in.
I can't exactly put my finger on it. I've seen her back in high school, but I have never felt anything like it. She had been pretty even back then, but I wasn't attracted to her. What had transpired earlier may as well have been caused by something like witchcraft. There is something about her eyes. Her luminous brown eyes just don't look natural.
And now, at thirty-one years old, I'm looking like a lovesick
