a fate meeting : in the elevator

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Good Lord!!! What was I thinking? I can't think of a good excuse why I just kissed a total stranger.

I mean, he is good looking and all, but I don't believe it was reason enough to kiss him.

It has to be the combination of that eye-melting stare and the manly scent of his. It drove me nuts that I forgot myself and kiss him.

I want to get out as fast as I could so I could hide from my embarrassment. But I don't wanna let go of his strong masculine arms either.

The best run-around I managed was to hide my face in his broad chest. Good grief!

The rescue team was efficient and was able to haul me out of the elevator in no time.

I sense Troy was trying to talk to me when we were out but I just couldn't look into his eyes.

I tried really hard to avoid the guy. In the end I think he realized it and gave up.

It pains me, to ignore him. It's really not my style to ignore an Adonis. But it's better to know that I shall never see this guy to whom I've thrown myself to.

It minimizes the agony of recalling how humiliating it was, on how I have without thinking, kissed the guy.

Not that I regret doing it. It's just; it felt right to do it until I was doing it, when I realized too late that I was not supposed to have done it.

Bottom line, I should have kept it casual and friendly between us. I should have let the guy make the first move after all.

The medics and the rescuers were all fussing around me. After they checked my vitals and verified I was nowhere near trauma or the likes, they let me be and have some air and rest.

While my mom was hysterical over the phone, saying all the name of saints she could remember, I saw Troy walking away from the ambulance's van, away from the crowd, away from everything, and most of all, away from me.

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