MILDRED

THE KISS TEA

I huffed.

For the millionth time that morning, colors tinged my cheeks and my thick lashes fluttered as the nasty memory of me sealing lips with Enid plagued my mind.

Now I felt like mold. I felt giddy and worse I felt uncertain about what was swirling in Enid's mind.

The alcohol had hit me really hard. It was my first shot at something so nasty. It was the first time I had no control over my mind and emotions.

I kissed Enid.

A strained laugh broke from my lungs, high-pitched like a strangled hyena as tears trickled down my face.

"I practically kissed Enid," I...