I sat on the floor against my door for a long time.Long enough that the hallway went quiet. Long enough that the light through the window went from evening to something darker. Long enough that the shaking in my hands dialed down to a hum I could almost pretend wasn't there.Jake's hoodie was zipped to my chin. I had both hands gripping the front of it like if I let go the rest of me would follow. His cologne was still in the fabric — faint, woodsy, the kind of thing I'd normally never notice and was noticing now whether I wanted to or not.I didn't want to take it off.I sat there and breathed and tried to keep the last hour locked in a room I didn't have to go into. It almost worked. Then my brain — because my brain has never once been on my side — decided to play the highlight reel from th
