*Rowan*
"I'd prefer it if you gave me some space," Genevieve snapped.
I sighed. I probably deserved that. I should have left her alone. I never should have asked her for that dance. I kept fumbling all of this, constantly ruining things I should have been able to handle with ease. Genevieve had that effect on me, just scrambling my thoughts and feelings.
"I can't get you out of my head, Genevieve," I confessed.
"That's your problem, Rowan. You're the one who kissed me. You're the one that asked me to dance. You've made the first move every time," she reminded me.
That struck a raw spot in my chest. I couldn't put into words the feelings I was experiencing, especially after she worded things like that. She was right. I had selfishly dragged her into my own tumultuous feelings. I was st
