His stare had held me captive all day. The tension between the two of us was undeniable. When his stare wasn't burning straight through me, I was keeping an eye on him. A year. An entire year he'd been gone. An entire year since he'd last been able to tell me he loved me.
And now here he is with his head under my blouse, myself pressed back against one of the walls in my bedroom, with the door shut and locked.
I give up for now lol shh sorry Kayla
