That was the second time we had kissed. The first time was yesterday when I told her Dr. Deacon's plans for me. She was horrified when I said the word 'moving'. I elaborated that I'll still be in the same town. She exhaled and threw her arms around my neck. That's when I realized that it really wasn't just friendship.
I guess this thought was running through our minds simultaneously. We affirmed that we were no longer friends that afternoon. She's only three years older than me. An intern and nineteen. It okay. No matter how hard I tried to change faces, I couldn't stop smiling.