The tension between us was palpable. It could almost cut with a knife, as we went to our separate rooms, wordlessly.
Even if we were having minor disagreement in the way we viewed life it wasn't as bad as he was making it.
Headed into the shower, but ensured to lock my door. I knew that I was acting paranoid, but I couldn't allow him to see me in my most vulnerable state.
As the water drizzled down my face, I found myself thinking of the near kiss that was about to happen.
Was that desire I saw in his eyes, or was I just tripping?
I should have gone ahead to ask what exactly he came into my room for but I was too blinded by my attraction to him.
I tapped my forehead.
I have never looked at him in such light so this was a wonder for even me.
Was I just horny? There had to be so
