Why is he looking at me like that? When he’d started to walk out the door, I’d felt a slight tearing in the place around my heart and a pang of sadness that had no reason. Although I’d been dreading seeing him again after making a fool of myself the night before, a part of me longed for just the sight of him.
I’m not sure what’s going on with me if I’m just using this as an escape from the mess that is my life, but one minute I’m warning myself not to get too close, and the next, it’s all I can think about. Something changed between us last night. I’m not sure what exactly, but there’s been a shift, an almost electric current in the air around him and I when we’re in the same vicinity.