Lia
He avoided me the entire day.
I woke up early, my body still buzzing, pulsating from the stolen kiss in the kitchen. His flavor lingered on my lips, his fingers still imprinted on my waist. The memory of his body pressed against mine sent shivers down my spine, and I thought, for a moment, that we had finally... liberated ourselves from everything.
But, no.
He locked himself in his room, and the silence morphed into a new kind of provocation.
After looking at me as if he would perish if he didn't have me?
No. I wasn't about to accept that.
And maybe I wanted to inflict some pain. To show him he couldn't just take off. That it was embedded in us — in the skin, in the blood, in the damn silence that filled the rooms.
I stretched out in front of the refrigerator, my hips emphasizi
