Gia
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I walked until I realized that Davin was in my room. The only other room I knew on this floor was his; at that point, I didn’t care. I just wanted to go somewhere private.
I opened his door and nearly sobbed; it smelled just like him, and the dark blue decor suited his stern personality. Everything was neat, each thing in its place, and the king-sized bed was made with military precision. You could tell a lot about someone from their bedroom. I looked around a bit, then put my back to the wall and slid down, tears streaming.
It had taken all I had to ask him to mark me, but it wasn’t enough; and despite knowing that he was right, it felt like rejection all over again. At the same time, he’d learned to see deeper, and I was offering something shallow. He had done everything i
