Sixty One

May’s POV

His mouth against mine in that hot kiss was what I had been able to think about all day! It was all I could dream about even in my sleep, and I don’t even know how to stop myself. Or maybe it was because I didn't want to stop myself at all. Damn, it wouldn't leave even if I tried, that kiss was just too hot.

Ever since that kiss with Asher, it's been swirling around in my head like a relentless storm, working its magic and making me fret and sweat for no reason. I couldn't shake it off; it clung to my every thought, tainted every moment with a feeling of regret and an aching desire I wasn't supposed to feel anymore.

“Stop doing this to yourself, May!” I told myself mentally, but I just couldn’t muster the will to stop my brain. It seemed to completely have a mind of its own, and was the one controlling me instead of the other way around.

“If only I hadn’t let him kiss me that day. If only I had just walked out or push him away when he dipped his head to kiss me.

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