Chapter Four - Michael.
This can't be happening.
I can still feel the heat his skin leaves me with. The way I grabbed her, our palms clicking like two parts of a puzzle was unlike me. I try as much as I can to avoid touching people, so what was I thinking when I held his hand like that? Why did I wish he'd stay?
I can't handle these new feelings, they're not like anything I've experienced before. I want to stop them but at the same time, I crave them even more.
We sit silently in the backseat as Ryder drives us to his school. He's got his earplugs on beside me and bobs his head from time to time. There's barely any space between us and I can't help feeling so self-conscious of myself, battling with my hormones to quit their games. I want to see him dance, to hear his melodic voice sing
