After the fever of the kissing faded, I broke away from Thomas, guilt crashing over me like a tsunami wave.

"I shouldn't have done that," I said, backing away from him.

I started pacing around the small alcove, my hands shaking. "I shouldn't have done this. Arthur... Arthur is dead, and I'm kissing someone else. What kind of person does that make me?"

"Shut up," I said aloud to my own thoughts.

"Is anything wrong?" Thomas asked, concern filling his voice.

"Nothing."

He stood up and walked ...