(AYA)
I SHIVER at the light touch of his hand on my chin. I shouldn’t feel so affected by our physical contact. I should stay angry that he followed me to the library and even unapologetically listened to my conversation with the first year scholarship student. He has no right to barge into our conversation. Yet, the moment my body hit his and my hands grabbed on his arms, unwelcome sensations crawled all over my skin. It distracted me from my anger. And now his light touch on my chin is messing up with my ability to make sound decisions. Is it really a good idea to seek his help?
I clear my throat and step back until he is no longer touching my chin. I need to put a distance between us so I can think properly. I lift my chin. “How are you going to help me, anywa
