Sandra’s POV
I wake up already thinking about Kelvin. I stay in bed for a few seconds longer staring at the ceiling while everything from last night replays.
The café, the conversation, the way he looked at me like he wasn’t trying to hide anything anymore and that answer. *“Everyday”*
I press my eyes shut, we didn’t even touch, kiss, or anything. We just talked, so why does it feel like something changed?
Like I crossed a line I can’t walk back from? I sit up abruptly and reach for my phone before I can think too much about it. My messages are still there and his name is still there.
I don’t open it, I shouldn’t instead I open something else.
Search for age gap relationships, the words look ridiculous sitting in the search bar.
I almost delete them then I hit enter anyway.
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