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Andreas lay on his back with his arms cushioning his head as he stared at the blank ceiling. Sleep eluded him and to make matters worse, all he could think about was the kiss and Eleanor's words. The kiss that currently, was causing his brain to work a mile a minute. He didn't enjoy it. He just wanted to sleep. Sleep and forget all about it. Sleep and forget about how her lips had moulded to his and even though she was drunk and had done nothing more than press her lips to his in a bid to get away, it had felt so right. He wanted to forget how they fit together, almost unbelievably. How he wanted her to do it again and again. How he was already getting attached to her, when all she did was annoy him and cause him to worry non-stop. He sighed and looked to his phone. 3:34am. Knowing sleep would be impossible to attain at his current rate of thought and mental unease, he got up and walked out of the house. After attempting to come to terms with himself and failing miserably, he return