EMILY’S POV.

When John kissed me, it had been a really weird feeling. Even if I had long forgotten what it felt like to be kissed by him, my lips remembered—the shape of his lips. The tenderness, the gentleness.

I couldn’t help having flashes of the numerous times we kissed. The people seemed quite interested in watching us kiss, and just when I began to get frustrated of the kiss, and the unexpected rising feelings; Lucas floated into my mind.

We had kissed that night when we first ...