The silence after the door clicked shut was deafening.
I stood paralyzed in the center of the treatment room, my chest heaving, the phantom heat of Violet’s body still burning against mine. The heavy scent of vanilla and rain lingered in the air, a brutal contrast to the cold, sterile scent of the athletic complex.
On the floorboards, the discarded ice wrap was slowly melting, water dripping into a small, quiet puddle.
I collapsed back onto the edge of the taping table, dropping my head into my hands. My hands were still shaking. My lips were raw.
What the hell did you just do?
The question slammed into my skull like a physical blow. The kiss didn't just change the dynamic between us; it completely leveled the entire foundation I’d spent my freshman year building. It was a total syst
