53. The Best Gift

Frida

I stare at him dumbfounded, time seems to stand still.

Stanley just kissed me!

Then, I gradually close my eyes and return the kiss, my lips meeting his with a softness that sends a tingling sensation throughout my body.

After what feels like an eternity, we slowly pull away, our eyes meeting in an intense gaze. My cheeks are warm with a blush, I can just feel it. I sink my teeth into my lower lip as if trying to process the sudden turn of events.

"I... I didn't expect that," I stammer.

"I didn't either," Stanley replies. "But there's something about you, Frida. I couldn't help it. I hope you aren't angry at me."

"I... I'm not angry," I say softly, my voice filled with a mixture of vulnerability and curiosity. "In fact, I'm... I'm glad you kissed me."

Stanley grins. "Is that right?"

"I mean, you don't have to look so smug about it! But it was a nice kiss," I say quickly.

Stanley's grin widens, and he chuckles softly at my remark. "I can't help but feel a little smug when I know