MICHELE'S POV. Kieran didn't let go even after the cameraman told us that he had taken the shot. And as stupid as I was, I deepened the kiss. Part of me wanted to let go, but my mouth was just curious. I wanted this so bad. Finally, he lets go, and regret crashes over me instantly. I quickly look away, wiping the sweat from my forehead.I took in deep breaths to steady my racing heart beat. But nothing worked. I slowly turned to Kieran, who was now talking to the photographer, his face calm like nothing awkward just happened. Finally the photographer left, and Kieran turned to me. “He will send all the photos to my email.”I nodded, then swallowed the lump forming in my throat. “Are you okay?” He asked. Am I okay? Of course, I'm not. You used me.“Me?” I said, my voice unsteady. “I'm fine. Why do you ask?”“You look like your face lost its color,” he explained. “Wait, are you still thinking about the kiss?” Aren't you?”“It's just a dumb kiss,” he laughed. “I'm sorry for jumpin
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