Amara woke up with the weight of the night still heavy on her chest. Her lips were swollen, tender, like they remembered every brush of his mouth. She shut her eyes quickly, but the memory of Leo’s words slipped through the cracks of her mind anyway—“When you remember how I kiss you like this…”
She shuddered. The blanket felt too thick, too hot, too filled with the scent of him. She pushed it off roughly and sat up, staring at the faint light streaming through the curtains. For a moment she just sat there, trying to piece together what was left of her courage.
Her throat was dry. Her body ached. And yet, somehow, her heart was still beating too fast.
She got ready for school slowly, each movement deliberate, like she was afraid of running into herself in the mirror. When she finally loo
