TAMARA
My heart fluttered so hard against my chest that it almost hurt, and my palms turned clammy with sweat.
“Are you okay, Tee?” Atlanta’s voice broke through the pounding in my ears.
“What?” I whispered back, blinking at her in confusion.
“You look red. Do you have a fever?” She leaned closer, her hand reaching for my neck. Her palm was cool against my heated skin, her eyes thoughtful, like she was already diagnosing me. The touch only made me flush deeper, embarrassed that something so simple could throw me off balance.
“I’m fine, Atty,” I muttered quickly, peeling her hand gently away from my skin. “I just… I just have an impending headache.” The words tumbled out clumsily, an excuse I hoped she would accept. My body felt like it was on fire, heat prickling across my cheeks and
