11.

Alessia

My cheeks were burning hot as I closed the door behind me and leaned my back on it. Why did I respond to the kiss? What has gotten over me? I even went as far as to moan when he touched me. I was supposed to be angry at him for taking my first kiss away, so why do I feel butterflies in my stomach instead? I should be mad at him for not wanting to release me.

My hand slowly trailed the lines of my lips as the memories of how I was indulged in Angelo’s kiss flooded back. “Pull yourself together, Alessia!” I shook my head and discarded the thoughts.

I was going to hop into bed when my stomach decided to remind me of its hunger. Great. Going downstairs means I will see Angelo, and that will remind me of the kiss. “Who cares! I’m not that hungry after all. I can manage,” I muttered, heading towards the bed.

I bite my bottom lip as I descend the stairs. I couldn’t ignore my hunger. Why should I even be in hiding when I didn’t do anything wrong? He was the one who kissed me.

But you