I keep my eyes on Valentino, wanting to kiss the hell out of him. Holding back my feelings is like sinking into quicksand; the deeper and deeper I’m buried, the more desperate I am to breathe. “I’m serious too. It’s just getting harder and harder acting like I don’t like him. Every minute that passes, I care more.” “Do you think it’s extra charged because it’s his End Day?” “I was feeling my feelings before I knew he was a Decker. My heart knows what’s up.”
