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A dizzying whirlpool of—shock, terror, arousal, anger, frustration, overwhelm, and a sense of utter bewilderment.
I'd be lying if I said I wasn't feeling all of these emotions at once——My entire system is reeling, my heart is overflowing with emotions, The intensity is too much for me to handle.
My voice is trapped in my throat, refusing to escape. While my body seems paralyzed by the sheer force of my feeling. The only thing that's moving is my racing pulse, which refuses to slow down after what happened in that classroom.
He had kissed me!!, I'm still in shock, I've just been kissed by him. I'm completely lost for words and thoughts about it. I'm utterly bewildered by his behavior. Why the sudden jealousy? Why the intense anger?
I'm aware of his anger issues, but his actions are giving me mixed signals, making me wonder if I still have a chance with him?. He has always disregarded my presence, but now he's claiming me as his own. It's hard for me to handle this drastic change in my life.
I never wanted my first kiss to be like this - possessive and intense. A helpless yielding to passion's fiery embrace, yet, that's precisely what transpired when his lips claimed mine.
It's true, I had imagined sharing my first kiss with him since my eighteenth birthday, when I first saw him and his piercing gaze first ensnared my heart. Rendering me hopelessly enthralled with meaning, he became my fantasy since that day.
But I never imagined it would be so dominant. So all-consuming, like a wildfire that engulfs everything in its path. He has nearly devoured my lips, consumed me like a vampire. And the surprising thing is, I still want more of him - every side of him, I crave. He changes like the moon, but I'm drawn to him in all his phases.
Sitting on the couch, my gaze was fixed on the massive LED screen, but my mind was a jumble of thoughts, consumed by the chaos unfolding in my life. It was almost midnight, and I was still reeling from the kiss that had happened 15 hours ago.
I could still feel his lips on mine, his hands all over my body, the sensations, the temptations - every single thing he did lingered in my mind. refusing to be extinguished , Just then, Dad walked in, probably came home from work, his late-night arrival a familiar routine.
As he caught sight of me, I straightened my posture, trying to appear nonchalant, trying to mask my inner turmoil, so he wouldn't suspect anything.
"Hmmm, the ice cream bowl is beside you, you're staring blankly at the wall, and you're still wide awake. What happened, princess? Is something bothering you?" Dad asked, taking a seat beside me on the couch, which dipped slightly under his weight. He placed his coat beside him, his eyes fixed on me with concern.
I hesitated, knowing how much i hate to lie to dad, but still i have to now "No, Dad, nothing happened. It's just been a really hectic day, that's all." But Dad's discerning eyes saw right through me.
