MILDRED
THE KISS TEA
I huffed.
For the millionth time that morning, colors tinged my cheeks and my thick lashes fluttered as the nasty memory of me sealing lips with Enid plagued my mind.
Now I felt like mold. I felt giddy and worse I felt uncertain about what was swirling in Enid's mind.
The alcohol had hit me really hard. It was my first shot at something so nasty. It was the first time I had no control over my mind and emotions.
I kissed Enid.
A strained laugh broke from my lungs, high-pitched like a strangled hyena as tears trickled down my face.
"I practically kissed Enid," I whispered and my tone blurred out the line between incredulity and fear.
Blame that on the drink.
Blame that on Enid. I had gestured that I didn't feel so right with the nasty drink but he chose t
