I can’t sleep. My mind keeps replaying the day’s events on an endless loop — the mysterious anomalies, our close call with the vortex, the charged moment I almost kissed Archie. God, I’m an idiot. We were both reeling and hurt from the explosion. She needed comfort, and instead, I tried to make a move.
I should have asked if she was okay with me kissing her. Consent matters, even in the heat of the moment. But my emotions clouded my judgment.