My mind buzzed with a chaotic mix of emotions as droplets of water trickled down my skin, remnants of the shower I had just taken.
Wrapped in a towel, I paced around my room, trying to find something suitable to wear while grappling with the aftermath of that unexpected kiss with Gabby at the restroom.
The vivid recollection of the touch lingered in my thoughts, leaving me restless and uncertain.
I glanced at myself in the mirror, my reflection revealing the conflict etched on my face. The room, dimly lit, held an atmosphere heavy with unspoken tension.
I questioned the implications of that stolen moment – what did it mean for my relationship with Gabby? The air was thick with confusion as I finally changed into my nightgown, getting ready for bed.