Amber walked with me to class, until we split up. I watched her go down the hallway and turn left with a pang of unease. There was something wrong about the way she walked. She always walked with confidence, and easy stride that made you feel welcome. This time it was strained, like it took so much effort just to take that single step. Amber clutched her side as she walked, almost like she was holding herself up. I wanted to follow her, but the bell rang and I entered the room.
Once I saw Brooke staring at me with a coy smile, I thought my head was about to explode. Everything from that night was shoved into my mind. Her breath, her touch, the feel of her on my skin. And it wasn't just the guilt of cheating on Amber that made me feel…dirty. It was the fact that when I thought about the ch
