Emma:
By the time I wake up, my body is still humming.
Not softly. Not subtly.Violently. Like every nerve memorized him and refuses to forget.
I stand in the mirror brushing my hair and it happens again — a sharp pulse low in my stomach, a flash of heat so vivid my knees bend. I brace a hand on the sink, breathless.
This is ridiculous.
This is… dangerous.
I can’t walk into school looking like I spent last night losing my mind on someone’s desk. Except that is exactly what happened, and apparently my face has decided to broadcast it like a billboard.
I try makeup. I try cold water. I try giving myself a pep talk in the car.
None of it works.
I’m still flushed. Still hypersensitive. Still thinking about his mouth in places his mouth has no business being.
I tug on my hoodie, pull t
