Edrick’s POV
I stood there, watching her disappear up the staircase with her sketchpad clutched to her chest like a shield, and I felt something break inside me.
Frustration.
Hurt.
Want.
All tangled in a knot so tight it made breathing painful.
Avoiding me for nearly two weeks was already driving me insane. But running away right after I told her I liked her? That was torture. Because I knew she felt it too. I saw it in the way she kissed me back like she was starving. I felt it in the way she trembled when I touched her.
So why the hell was she fighting it so hard?
I dragged a hand through my hair, muttering a curse, and headed for the bathroom. I stripped, stepped under the cold shower, and let the icy water slam into my skin. Maybe it would cool the heat she left behind on my mo
