When Caitlin awoke, she knew she was in the wrong place. Totally wrong.
How come, she hadn't thought so a few hours ago? She and Smed talked so long. It was good to talk. It was a lot about high school. Funny, they'd never had time to catch up, like this.
Caitlin gasped. Morning breath. She sat up in Smed's bed. Her clothes were still on. So were his. Just the same, they'd kissed. So much. Guilt free, until now.
Her lips must have been chapped. They had to be raw. How in world, would Zeke not notice that? Well, she was going to get out of here. Somehow. It was her mission. She slipped on her sneakers. Zipped up her hoodie. Hopefully, her keys were in the pocket. They were.
Now as she sneaked out of Smed's room, she needed to stop thinking about last night. Stop thinking about the things he said. How...he really...felt...about her. She didn't want that to be true, but it was, as if it were in the core of her being.
Why didn't she know sooner? Why did he wait so long? She tensed as she made her way upstairs to the kitchen. The coffee was on. It smelled so inviting, but she couldn't stay. She slipped out the back way. The fresh cold air stung her face.
What had she got herself into? She kept thinking it could have been worse. A lot worse. They weren't that bad. After all. Were they?
They'd had their moment. Yet she'd felt happiness. She could hardly breathe now. And as much as she wanted it to go away. It rode with her in everything she saw and touched. Smed was in love with her.