I removed the strand from my face and pinned it behind my ear. Looking at my image I ran my finger over my lips. I literally kissed him. The thought of kissing Jackie did not disappear from my mind.

Why didn't I pull back?

Why didn't I tell him to stop?

Why did I kiss him back?

Why did I allow him to capture me?

These questions were driving me crazy.

Why do I feel safe in his arms?

Why do I feel enthusiastic when I look at him?

Overall why is ...