Sometimes, at night, I'd be in bed, unable to fall asleep, and the forbidden thought would pop into my head.
Amazing.
Although, why did I assume it had anything to do with Fredward Benson? Or the way that kiss had made me feel?
It probably meant how good ham was. That stupid damn feeling in my gut was wrong. And so was the slight fluttering in my stomach whenever I remembered the kiss.
Nothing to do with him and the kiss at all.
Amazing.
