Without another word, he leaned down and pressed a lingering kiss to my forehead. And then he turned around and walked away. Reeling, I watched him until he disappeared into the clubhouse, and then I walked back to my friends. Confused was an understatement for how I was feeling. The sheer depth of my feelings for him was unhealthy. The adoration, the lust, the downright infatuation I had for him…it was insanity. I had never felt this much. I had never felt so consumed.
