Back across the parking lot, I walk away into the dorm where nothing feels safe anymore. My head won’t stop replaying what almost happened.
He pecked me and for half a second, I almost didn’t stop him. I don’t know what scares me more, what he did, or what I almost wanted. I make it to my room and shut the door like I’m trying to keep out a war but it’s already inside me.
I stripped off my sweater and crawled into my bed, hoodie pulled over my face, heart aching in a way I can’t blame on hormones.
Then my phone buzzes. Once, twice then thirty-eight times.
My hands shake as I grab it. The class group chat is lit up like a bomb went off.
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I open it without thinking and the air leaves my lungs.
It’s me in Noah’s car captured through a windshield from
