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One week, two days, six hours and nine minutes later, Jeanine was still stock in a state of confusion, anger and pure delight. Mostly anger, she had seen Aiden only twice after the kiss. The first time she saw him, he mumbled a good morning to her when he was about to leave the house and the second time, he nodded his head to her in acknowledgment.

Who kissed someone that passionately and didn’t talk about it? It was almost like it didn’t happen, the only evidence were their pictures on the front pages of gossip magazines and her lips still wishing they were locked in his.

She understood it was all an act but she couldn’t pretend that she didn’t feel something that night, she didn’t feel a thousand fireworks go off in her tummy, her knees weak and jelly like from his kiss. The drive home that night was quiet, she had stayed awake all night thinking of him while he was probably fast asleep or working on a new project. The next morning, she was late to her class and she zoned out so