VIOLET
Keeping a secret is strangely exciting... until you remember what's at stake.
In the movies, secret relationships are all about high-stakes midnight rendezvous and adrenaline-fueled thrill.
In reality? It was a constant, low-humming panic attacks disguised as normal campus life.
Every time I passed Jace in the athletic department lobby, my heart would give a violent, frantic sprint against my ribs. I had to force myself to look at my clipboard, to keep my face completely blank, and to treat him like just another player on the roster.
It was a brutal act of mental gymnastics, especially when the ghost of his lips on mine was a permanent, white-hot burn in my memory.
But tonight, the suffocating pressure of the outside world didn’t exist.
By 10:00 PM, the humanities building
