R A Y V I N
I finally made it to the bathroom. Relieved to be alone for a moment, I splashed cold water on my wrists and a bit on my face. I would have shoved my whole face under the faucet, but my makeup would get ruined. I needed to keep any emotion hidden and my face pretty—for James, for the press, for every other person, for myself. Just breathe, Rayvin. You are doing so well. I could feel that James was hiding a lot of things from me, but I wanted to give him the opportunity and space to open up to me at his time. It was obvious that he had skeletons in his cupboard. I was trying to calm my racing heart. I thought I could handle it better, but it wasn't working out that way. I hope I don't ruin shits for him.
I looked up in the mirror and fixed my hair. I put some lip gloss on. I s
