I sat on the bed, staring at the door Moosa slammed behind him, thinking over everything that had just happened. His anger, the piece of paper and the way he rushed out. I wanted to know what was written on that paper. I wanted to recall his facial expression while reading the paper but all I could recall was that... that kiss. It left a lingering feeling and I was unable to shove it away. Unconsciously, I touch my slightly swelled lips and my heart started hammering against my rib cage faster than before.
What is wrong with me???
I squeezed my eyes shut, hoping I could free my mind from the thought of him. But it was a waste as Moosa's image pops up in my mind.