Riley and I were sitting outside at a picnic table during lunch discussing how his and Zane's first official date went. I was honestly happy for them, they made such a good couple and Riley was doing amazingly well since he had bid on Zane in the auction. So there was absolutely no reason for me to feel jealous about it.
I inwardly sighed, cursing myself for feeling these feeling that I knew would screw up a lot of good things; our friendship, Zane and my friendship, possibly Riley and Zane's whole relationship.
But I couldn't help it has my eyes scanned Riley; from his brown hair that hung in ringlets which shimmered in the afternoon sun, to his chiseled face, to his blue eyes that possessed flecks of gold, to his pink lips which framed perfectly straight white teeth. Those pink lips that looked so soft and warm.
Before I knew what I was doing, I took Riley's face in my hands—causing him to stop midsentence—and planted a quick tender kiss on his lips.
I pulled away, my wide eyes matching his.
"Anya…"
"I-I'm sorry," I said, grabbing my bag and running off.
What had I done?