“He’s so…” I muttered under my breath, the words dissolving before I could finish. The truth? I missed him. I missed him so much it carved me hollow. I missed the late-night chats, the mystery of his words, the way his presence—whether near or far—clung to me. I missed seeing him, missed the curve of his smile, the weight of his touch. His eyes. His need for my lips. God, he breathed life into me. He gave me a thrill no one else could conjure, a spark that turned the ordinary into fire. And deep down, beneath all my protests, I knew I didn’t want it to end. I didn’t want to let it go—at least not until we finally kissed.
With a heavy sigh, I tossed my phone aside, the screen going black as I buried my face in my hands. This cannot be happening again.
“Allison, why are you so f*****g stu
