The campus was already getting quiet that afternoon, most of the students had left, and the remaining few were those in the library. Most professors had gone home hours ago. I should have left too, but I was still at my desk, papers scattered before me, trying to distract myself with grading the students assignments.
It didn’t work. Every sentence blurred into another, my mind drifting back to him.
Noah.
Our first kiss replayed in my head in a loop. The way he had leaned in, daring me to stop him. The way my lips had parted before I could think better of it. The way my hand had cupped the back of his neck like he belonged to me, like I owned him.
I shivered at the memory and pushed the papers away, pressing the heels of my hands to my eyes. This has to stop.
A knock at the door brok
