The No-Judgment Zone

by Ellie K. Wilde

I wish I knew what my face looks like, and why, after a quick glance, Jenna drops her gaze again. It takes her a couple of tries to tuck her hair behind her ear, and I reach for one of the socked feet pressed against mine. I don’t know what I intended to do with it, exactly, but I end up just holding her toes in my hand. Giving them a little squeeze. What’s happening here?

incredible