VIOLET POV
The journey goes too quickly. The world zooms by outside the window and my heart thumps at the horror that this is it. Goodbye.
I really don’t want this to be goodbye.
My palms are hot and clammy, and my fingers are fidgety. They twiddle around and around as I try to think of a way to make this last.
I just want to see him again.
My emotions are churned into a big messy ball in my stomach. It feels weird, uncomfortable, these feelings for Spencer twisting and turning, so confused. I felt so safe in West’s room, cocooned in this floaty bubble, like cotton candy at a spring fair. I felt so safe there, so safe in Spencer’s house, that I wanted to be West.
And I still want to be West now.
But I watched him. I watched him in the shower. I watched him and I liked it. I thought
