✤ Sera ✤
I woke up smiling. I couldn’t help it. It was ridiculous, really, the way my entire chest felt full, warm, almost light. My body still felt a little tender from the night before, and every time I closed my eyes, flashes of Adrian came rushing back: the way he had looked at me, the sound of his voice when he tried not to fall apart, the heat in his gaze when he watched me. It felt unreal. Like I had stepped into a dream I didn’t want to wake up from. But the sunlight streaming through my curtains reminded me it was Sunday. And Sundays meant work. Preparation. Sanity. Responsibility. The universe didn’t care that I was floating on some forbidden cloud of adrenaline and infatuation. My midterms certainly didn’t care. And neither did Lina. Just as I sat up, rubbing sleep from my eyes
