I leaned in and kissed him. It felt right. It shouldn't have felt right. I was kissing my worst enemy! I don't even pull away, and he doesn't either until we run out of air. This is so wrong. We were both already in relationships. We were both tomato red.
"Um sorry!"
"It's ok!" He leans in and kisses you again this time you pull away and punch him in the face.
"Ow!"
You ran home and started sobbing.
An. Should I write this?
YOU ARE READING
I May or May Not Write These
RandomThis is gonna be a book of ideas I have that I start writing but stop because I get writers block. Each chapter will be a different story
