kaira astor
I roll out of bed, my muscles straining as I push my arms above my head, tilting my head to the side. My lips fall agape, sucking in a yawn. The cold air pricks at my skin, goosebumps spreading over me. Despite loving the cold, I stand from the bed and pad toward my closet, pulling out a white hoodie, avoiding the wet clothes bundled up on my floor, my lips pressing into a thin line. Don't think about it, don't think about it, don't think about it. My heart clenches in my chest, annoyance sliding over my skin.
If I could bang my head against the wall repeatedly and have all the memories of last night fall from my brain, I would. His mouth, his hands, his words, his eyes... A shiver slides down my spine. I yank the hoodie over my head, blowing strands of hair out of my face a
