The next morning, Ellen woke up with the memory of Mason's kiss lingering in her mind like a dream she couldn't quite shake. As she lay in bed, staring up at the ceiling, she replayed the moment over and over again, each time feeling a fresh wave of confusion and unease wash over her. She touched her lips softly, remembering the warmth of his mouth against hers, the unexpected tenderness in the way he'd kissed her.
It was her first kiss, and she still didn't know how to feel about it.
She sighed deeply, rubbing her eyes as she tried to shake off the thoughts. It was strange, how something that had felt so significant to her seemed to mean nothing to Mason.