Chapter Fifty-Two: Confession
Isabelle's mouth started to sting like needles for keeping it open for too long. Her burning cheeks turned crimson. Her fingers slowly reached up and touched her lips. She could still feel the kiss.
Her heart beat too fast, unable to relax even a bit.
'What was that?' she asked herself.
She rolled to her side, then flopped onto her back again, pulling the blanket up to her chin like she was hiding from her own thoughts.
Her face turned a deeper shade of pink.
'Do I like him? No. I mean—maybe? Ugh, no, no, no... He kissed me! After yelling at me! After blaming me for something I didn't even remember!'
Isabelle covered her face with both hands and groaned. 'But still... he kissed me like I mattered.'
Isabelle peeked at the door, making sure no one was there to hear her personal mental breakdown. Thankfully, it was just her and the beeping machines.
'What if he's always felt something?' she wondered. 'What if I did too and just… never noticed?'
