I sat by my bed with eyes so swollen you'd think I slammed it on the door. After last night, sleep had become a myth. Gerald didn't talk to me about what happened, and we let the tension stifle us. He dropped me home after the party and drove again without an explanation.
I couldn't ask for the same thing I could give him. I rubbed either side of my head and sighed, my elbow resting on my thighs. It was exhausting withholding all these pressures.
Footfalls shuffled in the hallway, and I immediately reached for my door, pulling it open. It wasn't until I was outside right before Gerald I realized how unkempt I looked in the tacky pajamas and a bird's nest for hair. Meanwhile, he looked as though he was preparing to walk the runway, very handsome, and breathtaking — literally.
I couldn't
