Betty's POV. 

I barely made it up the stairs with my sanity intact.

The moment my door shut behind me, I pressed my back to it and just stood there, palms over my face.

My cheeks felt hot like-passed-a-stove hot. I dropped onto my bed, burying my face in my pillow as the memory of his mouth on mine replayed over and over like my brain wanted to torture me.

I tried to scold myself.I tried to think straight.I tried to breathe normally.

But none of it worked.

Every time I closed my eyes, I ...