“No.” I don’t even know what she’s talking about anymore. I can’t think straight when she’s this fucking close. Physically. Mentally. No other girl affects me the way she does, and it’s been this way for days now, ever since we kissed. It was instant—these fucking feelings. And pathetic, really. But no matter how much I tried to deny it, or how hard I tried to fight it, she was always there, on the forefront of my mind, wreaking havoc on all other thoughts, all other senses. It’s why I went to Esme’s this morning—to clear my head. Or maybe to somehow feel closer to her.
