The moonlight filters through the panoramic windows of my room, casting soft patterns on the walls. Everything is serene, calm, peaceful... except for the war going on in my head.
I toss. I turn. I wrap the blanket around myself like a burrito, only to kick it off five seconds later because apparently, my brain thinks the best way to handle a sleepless night is to sweat it out like a sauna.
Why can't I stop thinking about it? I groan , then roll over on my stomach and bury my face in the pillow. But the moment I shut my eyes, it's there again.
Jasper. His stupid face. His stupid, perfect face. And that stupid, perfect kiss.
I sit up on the bed, my hair a wild mess and pointing an accusing finger at the ceiling, like the universe is somehow responsible for this. "It was just a kiss! It
