Wendy's POV

I still had the crumpled napkin in my hand when I felt bad about acting on instinct. My heart beat fast as Derek sat across from me, his blue eyes wide with confusion and, I think, curiosity. He hadn't stopped looking at me since I kissed him - a kiss that I knew was a big mistake and would cause trouble.

Derek said, “Wendy...” His deep voice cut through my jumbled thoughts. He leaned forward, his eyebrows scrunched up in a mix of curiosity and uncertainty. “What... what does that kiss mean?”

I sighed and tossed the napkin on the table, rubbing my head. I was so tired...