As soon as i got back to the hotel room, i collapsed onto the bed, my hands shaking as I pulled the sheets up to cover myself trying to make sense of the whirlwind of emotions crashing over me. Love. Lust. Guilt. Anger. Confusion. I couldn't sort through them fast enough.
I glanced at my phone, but there were no missed calls, no new messages. My phone suddenly beeped. Anxiously i checked, and sighed almost immediately in disappointment. The message was from Stella. Part of me had hoped it was Nicolas. Stella was just checking to know if i had gotten back to the hotel. She had tried to get me to pass the night at their house, but i had refused. I couldn't stay under the same roof with her and Nicolas. I was also expecting Chris tomorrow, for Stella's birthday.
My tears blurred my vision
