Rebecca’s POV
Tears blinded me as I ran down the hall, the cold floor biting into my bare feet. I could barely see where I was going, my chest hurting so badly it felt like my ribs would break. Every breath smelled of mint and cedar—his scent, trapped in the oversized shirt still hanging off my shoulders. It made it hard to breathe.
I reached my room, threw myself inside, and slammed the heavy door, locking it tight. The second the lock clicked, my knees gave out. I slid down against the wood and buried my face in my hands.
The silence of my room was cruel. It let all the memories from last night rush back, each one hitting me like a physical blow.
I remembered his kisses. They hadn't been cold. They had been desperate, burning into my skin as if he couldn't get close enough.
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