FREYA
It’s been a few days since I moved into Jayden’s apartment, and so far, it’s going as well as one can hope. It’s been a game of attempting to be polite to each other while at the same time ignoring the ever-present attraction between us.
It’s mostly easy, and even though there’s still some hostility between us — as I haven’t forgiven him yet — he’s taking what I said to heart and surprisingly working to earn my forgiveness. He cooks for me, and he’s been a bit helpful around the house and at school, too - albeit discreetly.
We behave like stepsiblings would, and we can almost pretend there is nothing else between us. But strangely, that’s a hard thing to keep up with as sometimes one of us crosses the line. Maybe it’s when I brush up against him when passing by or when he presses
