NOAH
I kissed Ciara.
On my own accord, I walked up to her and kissed her.
Holy shit. Why had I done that? What was the thought process behind the action?
All I knew was that I was mad, and I could not take it anymore and that was the only thing that came to mind.
The only thing I wanted to do.
She said nothing as we drove to the conference, her face turned away from me. I should not have kissed her. I knew that, but my brain didn't get that memo apparently.
And for some reason I did not want to think about, I liked the kiss.
I liked it so much that it had taken all my willpower to stop it. I liked it so much that it was all I could think about now, even when I had bigger things to worry about.
Damnit.
Somewhere along the line, the annoyance she always made me feel must have morphed into something else. Something that made me want to kiss her.
Something…forbidden.
Because any other thing could happen, I would gladly deal with any scenario.
