I closed my bedroom door behind me, and leaned against it.
That was surreal. All of it. The way he was there. The manner in which he paid all attention. His legs leaning against mine. The whisper "You look beautiful." Mom's comment about us, "You and Jax seem closer lately."
Fuck.
I caught myself in the mirror again. I was still very much pretty. Still perfectly put-together. But something felt off now. The clarity from earlier was wavering slightly. A small knot of anxiety reforming in my stomach.
No. I'm fine. Everything's fine. He was sweet. He was gentle. "You matter to me." He said it like he really meant it. The whole punishment nonsense is over. It has to be.
I just need to breathe. I need to stay present. I need to be normal. Very normal.
I grabbed my phone, needed something
