A hint of love

“What was that earlier?” Gwendolyn shut the door behind her, dropped her heels on the floor, slumped against the door, and then buried her face in her palms. Recollecting the event that happened two minutes ago, her heartbeat rapidly. She couldn't believe they kissed. “What's wrong with me?” She lowered a hand to her chest which was beating faster than before, pouting as she soliloquized while gazing on her feet as she curled up.

She couldn't believe that she kissed him even though the first kiss was a mistake. However, it was certain that she didn't regret it but why was she feeling strange even after the kiss? She was pondering what Zayn would think of her after she took the opportunity. Gwendolyn tried to snap out of it but her mind kept drifting back to Zayn no matter how hard she tried to distract it. ‘Am I in love with him?’ Even though the question was an absurd question to ask herself, she still contemplated the answer. She could scarcely deny her feelings for him if she didn