MEGAN
The next day, I woke up with a sense of anticipation. My heart raced as I reached for my cellphone, hoping to see a message from Jay. I opened my messaging app and stared at the screen, feeling a mix of hope and anxiety.
Nothing.
Just silence. I sighed, my fingers hovering over the keyboard, but I hesitated. What if I texted him first? What if he thought I was being too forward or that I had some kind of hidden motive? I bit my lip, wrestling with my shyness. In the end, I decided to wait.
After a few minutes of staring at the blank screen, I gave in to my need for distraction. I headed to the bathroom to take a bath and change into fresh clothes. The warm water felt soothing against my skin, washing away some of my worries. Once I was done, I brushed my hair, feeling a bit
