It was unknown how much time had passed before Jack finally took pity on her delicate collarbone.
Overwhelmed by a torrent of emotions, Clara struggled to breathe, her fingers digging into Jack's shoulders as tears streamed down her face. She regretted ever meeting him. If she could go back, she would have stayed far away from him three years ago...
The sound of the restroom door opening startled Clara. Two girls entered, their voices carrying over the hum of the hand dryer.
Clara's heart skipped a beat. She shoved Jack away, holding her breath instinctively, afraid to make a sound.
"Did you see him? That guy from Class Three," one girl gushed, "He's incredibly handsome! Broad shoulders, narrow waist, long legs... He even makes the orientation uniform look like a uniform temptation!"
