A week since I stumbled out of his bathroom with ragged breaths and a hammering heart. My head was a tangled mess, and I could barely manage to stay upright, let alone process what had just happened. Somehow, I survived the next half hour, though I could hardly recall the details. Judas had dismissed me for the night by the time I was done, but there was a cold distance in his demeanour. He didn't look at me, and I didn't see him after that.
Kyle drove me back to the dorm; it was already past nine. My mind was still racing, and the silence in the car felt suffocating. As soon as we arrived, I bolted to my room without looking back. That night, I collapsed onto my bed in my partially wet jeans and flimsy sweater, too drained to even change. Only then did it hit me that I'd left my jacket b
