Chapter Twenty-five
Lily's POV
A Rough Touch
Holding fast to my just-hit leg, I help myself to my seat, avoiding trying to look anyone in the eye.
The strong urge to stand up and leave this class. I mean, I can barely hear what the teacher is saying. It's as though everyone can see right through me, or someone must have seen Andra and I kissing.
How did I even do that?
I raise my head to look at the white board. I have barely looked ahead when my eyes meet with Phil's.
His gaze meets mine as though he has some question for me.
I didn't bother holding fast to his gaze. I couldn't.
I look back at my table; so many thoughts pass through my mind as I fight between the pull I still feel towards Andre and how terrible it is that I allowed myself to have such an experience or think o
