*Bianca*

The drawer to my dresser opened easily as I gently pulled on it. My hands mindlessly latched onto fabric, pulling the over-sized t-shirt over my head. In the next drawer, I grabbed a pair of underwear and slid them on.

I climbed into bed gingerly, not feeling angry at all. In that moment, it wasn’t anger that I had felt. It was hurt. A pinch of embarrassment.

I’d just completely put myself out there only to be rejected. Whether he could’ve ...