Monday morning. I have never slept so well as today. I'm sure of that even if I don't remember the last fifteen years of my life. This wonderful night I owe it to this kiss with Wesley. I feel like it's a dream. Wesley and I kissed yesterday. And ever since then, he's been haunting my thoughts. I can't think of anything else anymore. Since then I have a silly smile on my lips that my mother has already noticed. She has asked me this question several times. I still can't tell my mom that Wesley and I made out in her house. Even though we are very close, she...