Westley’s POV
I’m really not sure how to feel.
Pissed as hell that he kissed her. That’s for sure. I have half a mind to march right up to the guy and punch his teeth out.
Happy, too, that she rejected him. No, I don’t agree. And I’d appreciate it if you didn’t kiss me again.
But did she not say virtually the same thing to me? Did she not ask me multiple times not to kiss her again? Did she not reject me on more than one occasion?
“What are you doing here?” she demands when she sees me.
“I came to make sure you were okay.” I sound more hostile than I should. “Clearly you’re fine.”
She glances behind her as if wondering whether he’s still there. He’s not; I saw him head off in another direction, undoubtedly to walk off the embarrassment. “You’re right,” she says when she turns back
