Tippi's POV
I was laying on the couch with an ice pack on my face and I felt pretty miserable. Jimmy obviously couldn't give a fuck about me and oh god, I'd kissed Matt. What had I been thinking?
I really needed to tell Becca, she deserved to know.
I got up and decided to drive back over to her place. I hoped she'd be forgiving and wouldn't hate me too much.
I couldn't help thinking the whole way, god she was going to hate me and worse, I'd liked it when he kissed me. What would Jim say? Oh christ.
By the time I arrived I was pretty close to vomiting but I made myself get out of the car and knock on the door.
I heard footsteps and the door opened. Crap. Matt.
"Tippi, are you okay? You don't look so good."
No, I wasn't okay, your standing here looking all gorgeous and I want you to kiss me again. "Fine, where's Becca?"
"No idea, she went out. Come in." He stepped aside to let me in.
Bad idea bad idea bad idea, I thought, stepping in.
I looked at Matt, I didn't know what to say.
"We need to talk." No shit Matt.
"Look, it's fine, we can just pretend it never happened. I'll promise to never say a word if you promise."
He opened his mouth then shut it again.
God this wasn't working. "Fine." I opened the door, I needed to leave.
Matt grabbed my arm and pushed the door shut, pulling me into his arms.
"Your poor face." He murmured, gently kissing me.
Oh no, here we go again. I needed to stop this and stop it now.
I pulled back and looked at him but instead of walking away I put my arms around his neck.
He smiled and kissed me again. This was so wrong.
WHY DID IT FEEL SO RIGHT?
