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There’s no way it can be Charmaine, as she has alone made out with half the boys in our year this semester. He’s probably asking himself who he grabbed in the dark. I swallow hard, nervous fear hitting me low in the stomach as I realize he might now go absolutely ape shit when he figures out who he was just making out with. He’s still close enough that his warm breath is fanning my mouth and chin, but his breathing has slowed and become almost non-existent as he thinks and questions internally.

I should say something, but I am rendered mute and paralyzed by a sense of ‘I shouldn’t have kissed him back.’ This was so dumb. I know he is going to go crazy at me after the kitchen incident.

My face flames, his hand on my throat slides up to my jaw and becomes searching fingers as he traces my cheek, then eyebrow, and I am assuming he can tell by touch this is not Charmaine's face. He’s trying to figure out if he’s imagining it and is probably confused about who else would be in here with hi