SAM
Phoenix almost kissed me! Yeah, almost. I was anticipating when he leaned closer, but before it happened, he pulled back.
I’m actually a little bit disappointed. Well, we shouldn’t, right? Who kisses a friend anyway?
He always smells good—a scent of mint and musk, probably his cologne or his aftershave.
Something feels different in his touch—it feels good, soothing, and igniting—like I want to cocoon in his arms.
I’m glad we became friends though because I really missed him. I even admitted it.
Going to his club is maybe a good idea. I can meet someone to get rid of whatever feelings I have for Phoenix. It’s insane how I know a little about him, and just met him recently, yet I feel the strong pull toward him.
I might take Amy’s advice to get laid—my spell has been dried a
