Ophelia P.O.V.
As Myles and I climbed the stairs, my anxiety began to rise. I know what he wants to do tonight, and for the most part, I know that I want to too. However, by the time we got to the top of the stairs I was so anxious that I could puke.
I asked Myles to give me a minute and although he looked rather concerned, he nodded his head yes. I excused myself and went to the bathroom that was across from my room. In moments like this I was glad that I have such a good best friend because she always knew how to calm me down.
In hopes that I wasn’t calling her too late at night, I picked up my phone and dialed her number. After the fourth ring I was starting to think that she wasn’t going to answer. As I was about to hang up I heard her exhausted voice come through the speak
