I lay in bed with Kris, my eyes wide open, my chest heaving. I wasn't even sure what time it was, neither could I even remember how I made it up here, but I somehow did.
I turned over, my eyes blinking up at the chandelier, like the balm to my anxious heart was somewhere in that glass, staring back at me.
I couldn't stop hearing the things that Gray had said to me. Not like I wanted to be able to, but all of me, my body, my heart.. we were struggling with it.
He had looked so sincere, and I know the easiest thing would be to get out of this bed and tell him that I felt the same way. I wanted to, so bad, but..
I closed my eyes and let out a small breath, my chest heaving lightly. It felt like a midsummer night's dream. A figment of my imagination. A broken piece of the wishes I have ke
