Cara's POV
I folded another one of my shirts absentmindedly, adding it to the ones that had not been folded in my drawer. Something felt wrong, I paused and stared at the cloth, only to realise that I'd just folded the same shirt twice and put it in the wrong drawer.
My mind wasn't on organizing clothes at all, as a matter of fact, It hasn't been on anything productive since last night, since Blade had kissed me like he had been starving for it for weeks, since his hands had been on my waist, pulling me closer like leaving distance between us was enough to kill him, and then he just...stopped, pulled away suddenly like I hurt him, then walked out, leaving me standing there confused with an ache in my chest and multiple questions I didn't have the answer to.
What was I supposed to think?
