I'm rereading the essay I had to write for Ben's class, only my mind isn't here at all. My brain replays the kiss between me and Ben over and over, then makes me ask myself more questions than necessary. One of the questions would be... If he kisses so well, what else does he know to do with that tongue?
- Ok... Done. I can not do this anymore. Tell me why are you so happy? Iris asks me sitting up on the edge of the bed, and I shrug my shoulders.
-What are you talking about?
-Since you came home from class, all you did besides write that essay was grin, so tell me what happened.
I bite my lip being afraid. Can I tell Iris what happened? I mean, she's Ben's cousin...I don't think she'd tell anyone what we're talking about, would she?
- Ok, I will tell you, but you must swear tha
