ZARA; group project.
I couldn’t stop thinking about what happened between me and Noah tonight. I was still sore down there, but the ache only brought back wild flashes of last night: his lips, his voice, his hands.
I let out a deep breath. The apartment was silent, no Jace, no Noah.. just me, my thoughts, and the faint hum of the ceiling fan.
After a long, hot shower, I collapsed into bed.
Sleep didn’t come easy.
When morning finally came, the emptiness of the apartment hit harder. I still didn’t have Noah’s number, and somehow, that made me restless. Why was I thinking about him this much?
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“After the lecture,” the Media communications / public speaking lecturer announced, stacking her notes, “I’d like everyone to divide themselves into groups of six. You’ll receive the project
