Zee.
I sighed as I walked out of the classroom, leaving Denver behind. I knew I’d been a little harsh with him, but I couldn’t help it.
I was mad at him. Or at least, I was trying to be mad at him. I couldn’t believe he didn’t even call or text to check if I got home safely after leaving the club last night.
What if something had happened to me on my way home?
I know I was the one who asked for his help, which led to him inviting me to the club. But that’s no excuse for how indifferent he was acting toward me. And what pissed me off even more was the fact that, after I left, I couldn’t stop thinking about him.
I spent the whole night wondering what it would feel like to kiss him again. There’s something about him that makes me both crave him and want to run away at the same time.
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