SAMANTHA CARTER
I didn't stop walking until I reached my room.
Even then, I didn't immediately go inside. I stood outside my door with my hand resting on the handle, staring at the floor while my mind replayed everything that had just happened between Carla and me.
I could still feel the warmth of his fingers against my cheek, and every time I remembered how close his lips had come to mine, my stomach twisted in a way I didn't understand. He had almost kissed me. Carla Vale, the boy who had spent days treating me like I was something dangerous, had almost kissed me, and then he had pushed me away as if getting close to me was the worst mistake he could make.
I finally opened my door and stepped inside, closing it behind me before leaning against it with a long breath. My room was quiet
