Violet
To say that the entire night I kept pacing the room and turning from one side to the other on the bed was an understatement.
I deliberately left the phone in my room and went to have some late night ice cream with my parents. It was quite late when I finally returned to my room.
My mood was slightly better as well. And I somehow felt guilty for lashing out at him even though he deserved it.
I had expected to find a missed call or at least a text from him, but there was nothing. And it made me even more cranky.
How could he just distance himself from me like that? What about the sweet stuff he had said to me in the car about caring for me? Even if it had not been directly aimed at me.
And what about the fire I had seen in his eyes when he kissed me, when he growled low in my mo
