He was so frustrating. So incredibly intoxicating and overwhelming. I felt alive whenever I was around him. When Zac wasn’t near me, I felt as if there was a part of me was missing and I hated that I felt this way so suddenly. I have never wanted anything or anyone as badly as I wanted him.
I stare up at the ceiling in my room, taking in deep breaths to try and calm my racing heart.
There was a small tap at my bedroom door, and I call out for them to come in, sitting up on my bed so I was leaning back against the headboard.
“Hey,” Emmet says, quietly, using his back to push the door open. He held two cups in his hands, one in my usual large grey cup and his usual blue cup as well.
“Hey,” I respond. I extend my hand out to him, taking my cup in my hands.
“I heard you get up early t
