*Lily*
I scribbled notes mechanically, my handwriting a testament to inner disarray, as I tried to keep focus on class.
The way Adrian's eyes had held mine with a trace of disappointment yesterday when I insisted we pretend our night together didn't exist still haunted me.
Who was I kidding? I asked him to pretend it never happened when I couldn't stop thinking about it myself.
What a hypocrite.
Class after class unfolded in a similar fashion; I grappled with debates and analyses, all the while fighting the image of Adrian that seemed superimposed on every page of my textbooks.
It was maddening.
I should have been relieved at the day's end, yet unease clung to me like a second skin. I didn't revel in how I had handled things with Adrian, yet it was necessary. Wasn't it?
I could
