Emily
I hurry across campus like a mad woman.
Not because I’m actually late. I’m just trying to outrun my f*****g brain.
Because my brain is still stuck in last night.
Damien’s hands on my waist. His voice in my ear. The way he asked me if he could kiss me like he was trying to be respectful but already knew the answer. The way he actually kissed me like he meant it.
I didn’t sleep. Not even a little.
Every time I closed my eyes I saw his face again. Felt his mouth again. I heard him say he wasn’t letting me go.
Which is a very suspicious thing for a fake boyfriend to say.
Honestly I need medical help. Or therapy. Or maybe a maths lecture right now.
Yeah.
A long boring maths lecture sounds perfect right now.
Or maybe pharmacology can fix my emotional instability.
I adjust my
