Ellie
I’m currently lying on the bed with my eyes glued on the view of the plain ceiling above me. I have nothing to do. I know that I can do anything that I want but I couldn’t seem to make myself stand up from this bed and do things that would be a little more productive.
The main reason behind that was probably because of the incident earlier, which I and Austin shared a make out session. It was all new to me and it’s my first time. Girls in our school weren’t joking about Austin being a good kisser because he is such a pro. I can’t believe I’m saying this right now when I shouldn’t. I can’t believe I’m saying this.
I place a pillow against my face whenever I remember the feeling and it made my stomach twirl and the smile is constantly popping of my lips because of the mere thought.
How can a guy, who I used to hate, make me feel a bunch of random feelings?