69.A Lying Acting Scoundrel

Mia Two weeks had passed since I kissed Quinn. Oh! How much it shamed me to say that I kissed him. I guessed I would have felt better if I had been able to say that he kissed me instead but I couldn't deny that I kissed him. I had kissed him and I couldn't deny that. I could still feel how my lips had moved under his, in response to his nudges. I was embarrassed. It was said that time healed all wounds and people forgot events easily with it but I couldn't forget that night. It was etched in my brain and I doubted that I could forget it. I could still remember everything, every tiny detail of the kiss, how my moan had sounded, how my skin had clung to him, how my arms had gone ahead of me and did what I didn't ask them to by holding on to me. I felt like a slut, one with short memories. I hissed at myself. Even sluts didn't kiss any of their brothers but I had gone ahead to kiss two of them. I was embarrassed. I still remember how Quinn had teased me about enjoying the kiss. I felt awk