The drive home is the longest drive of my life. My brain literally won't stop jumping from one thought to the next like a frog skipping across lily pads.
Did that really happen?
Did I just do that?
Did I really just have my first kiss?
And who is that guy, anyway?
Despite all those thoughts fighting for their place in my mind, there's one that continues to win out every time: will I ever see him again?
It's not that strange of a thing to think. He is attractive. There's no denying that...and attractive would be putting it mildly. He's incredibly good-looking. Probably the handsomest man I've ever met.
No. Not probably. Definitely.
So wanting to see him again could just come down to a natural, biological attraction, right? Nope.
There's something more to it. He's mysterious and I w
