KAIA
The air feels heavier the moment I pull the door open. My legs are still shaky, and maybe it's because I didn't wait for more minutes to regain my composure before I hurried off.
I’d splashed cold water on my face in the bathroom, tried to smooth down my hair, tug my blouse back into place, but there’s no hiding it. Not really. My lips are swollen, my skin flushed. I look like what I am—a wreck dressed up as a person.
And then, just my luck.
Because the moment the door clicks shut behind me, Morgan's there.
Her arms crossed, her stance wide while she leans against the wall like she’s been guarding the hallway waiting for me to crawl out. I feel the tingle of the bruise she’d left on my neck and her eyes sweep over me. Then, she lets out this little laugh that’s anything but frien
