Cat's P.O.V
I woke up earlier than usual, the sun was only just beginning to rise. My thoughts had kept me awake all night. Sam was spooning me, her arm draped across my chest. I snuggled into her arm, it smelled like buttered popcorn. I started to think about what happened last night again.
I'd never kissed anyone before, so I was scared I'd mess it up. Kissing is icky. Or was icky? I always thought it was, but I think I kinda liked it. I started panicking when Sam tried to make out though, she's probably done it a gazillion times. I don't know why Sam kissed me, and I don't know why I liked it so much. Was it cause she like me? And did I like her back? These thoughts floated in my mind as I drifted off to sleep again.
*A.N*
Another update coming later today, sorry - I think this story is going to be more in Sam's P.O.V, I like it more.
