Nick walked across the room and sat on his bed. He had just kissed Jess. Jess. His best friend. The girl he made fun of all the time. The girl he could tell anything to. The most beautiful girl he knew. He didn't know what had come over him.
He had felt like such an idiot earlier when Jess insisted on them kissing and he fumbled up his words. He had been fighting these feelings for so long...trying to deny he didn't actually love her. But she was all he thought about. But how could he possibly tell her? She would probably shoot him down. And she was with Sam. And he was Nick. Nothing good ever happened to him. He didn't deserve somebody as amazing as Jess. But Sam's comment earlier and Jess's beautiful smile was the last straw.
He had decided to just go for it. He had expected a numerous amount of things that could happen: Jess slapping him, pulling away, screaming, or possibly a combination of all three. But to his surprise she kissed him back; just as passionately. Did this mean she felt the same way? He had no idea and the shocked look on her face brought doubts to his mind.
Perhaps she had just got caught up in the moment.
Perhaps nothing romantic would ever happen to them again. Or perhaps this was just some crazy dream he would wake up from tomorrow and then nothing would ever would happen. He could only hope that wasn't the case.