Chapter 22 I'AM A COWARD

[JAZ AMANDA POV]

The following day I woke up with Anika's hand on my stomach.

I wanted to stand up, but it seemed like a part of me didn't want that good moment to end.

I looked at her and saw her long eyelashes. Anika's thick and rugged eyebrows and her pouty and heart-shaped lips seemed to be calling me.

Anika's face was without even one pimple. Even her sharp nose is fantastic. It has a small hole only.

Does it still feel normal to me? Do I like her? I know it's not possible. It's really not possible.

I rose, put her hand away, and got up quickly, escaping temptation.

I looked at my face in the bathroom mirror.

"Do you like Anika?" I asked in the mirror, talking to myself.

"What would you do if I really wanted her?" I question back.

I sighed and bowed. What is happening to me? What am I thinking?

I have to stop that. I need to have a boyfriend to end this nonsense.

"But who? Rexel? Over my dead body ..."

"Hey! Who are you talking to ??" I was surprised that someone was s