*The next time any man puts his hands on you. I genuinely don't know how calm I'll be about it.*
Those words had been echoing in my head since last night, and no matter how many times I replayed them, they refused to lose their warmth—which was a problem, because warm was not how I was supposed to feel about anything he said to me.
I groaned at my own reflection in the mirror.
I'd let my hair down today and already applied gloss, making me look like a normal teenage girl ready for school. Nobody would look at me and know that I hadn't slept a wink because a boy I had no business thinking about had whispered something to me at my front door that had completely rewired my brain in the process.
He is a no-go area, I reminded myself, thinking about the promise and how I had meant it with m
