Evelyn
Restlessness consumed me as I tossed and turned in bed, unable to get any sleep.
After meeting Clara and Dad, enduring a long conversation with Clara and enduring Dad's lecture on 'A million reasons why not to drink alcohol,' I returned to my room hours ago. But sleep seemed to elude me completely.
My sleep schedule was f****d up, and my mind was consumed by thoughts of Jacob.
Was it wrong to long for his presence once again?
Perhaps it was, or perhaps it wasn't. Regardless, I was deeply troubled by this newfound forbidden addiction.
I'm addicted to him. I definitely am.
A groan escaped my lips as I abruptly sat up in bed. These past few hours had made it abundantly clear that sleep was an elusive companion, for Jacob refused to vacate my thoughts.
However, did I even want
