The days melted together, nothing unique about them. The only thing that changed was how I dealt with being around Robert. The more time passed, the harder it was for me not to touch him. I wanted to kiss him again, I wanted to feel his body pressed against mine. It was so bad, I was getting cranky and would snap at any small thing.
When anyone questioned me, I blamed it on the extreme heat and boredom. I knew better though. It was frustration at not being able to act on what I dreamed of. Every. Single. Night. And Robert… he wasn’t making things easier. Unlike me, who would always censor myself, he was as touchy-feely as ever. He’d often ruffle my hair or play with my ponytail. He’d give me those dreaded half-hugs or just sit next to me on a bench, his arm draped over my shoulders.
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