Not An Object

Caroline pov:

As I arrived home, I couldn't shake off the memory of his lips on mine. It was a brief kiss, but it left me feeling conflicted and confused. I knew I shouldn't have let him get that close, but I couldn't resist him.

As I entered my house, I tried to be quiet, not wanting to wake up Linda. I hurried to my room and locked the door, feeling safe and alone at last.

I undressed quickly, feeling the need to wash away his scent and the memory of his touch.

As I stood under the shower, letting the water flow over my body, I couldn't help but cry. I felt disgusted with myself for enjoying his kiss, but at the same time, I couldn't deny the pleasure it brought me.

It was a complicated mix of emotions, and I didn't know what to do about it.

As soon as I stepped out of the shower, I reached for the towel and wrapped it around me. I then grabbed my brother's oversized shirt and put it on. The smell of his cologne immediately hit me, and suddenly I felt a wave of emotions.

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