Sofia

I spent the rest of the night staring at the ceiling, every time I closed my eyes, I saw Louis's terrified, fumbling hands. I felt the dry, empty kiss that meant nothing.

The impulsiveness that had led me to invite Louis into my room now felt heavy in my stomach. I had made a mistake, a grave one. I had cracked the door to a world Louis wasn't built for, and I knew him; he would ruminate on it, pray on it, and eventually, he would want more but I didn't want him.

The brief moments with ...