Annabelle

My heart is racing as I sit on the couch, pretending to be absorbed in the book resting on my lap. The words blur together, my mind too preoccupied with thoughts of Nolan to focus on the story. I've been replaying our kiss in my head for the past two weeks, wondering if I've made a terrible mistake by crossing that line. But I can't deny the electricity I felt when his lips touched mine. No other kiss has had me this fucked up. Not my first one, not the one I ...