Caring about him is a language I’m surrounded by but don’t know how to speak. Meeting his gaze is like a dagger piercing my chest, and yet I can’t stop. His eyes have claws that sink into my flesh and hold me hostage. My mind implores me to remember all the reasons why the way he’s making me feel is forbidden, but he’s so close, and all I can recall is how badly I wanted him to close the gap between us a few hours ago.
