Lia

He avoided me the entire day.

I woke up early, my body still buzzing, pulsating from the stolen kiss in the kitchen. His flavor lingered on my lips, his fingers still imprinted on my waist. The memory of his body pressed against mine sent shivers down my spine, and I thought, for a moment, that we had finally... liberated ourselves from everything.

But, no.

He locked himself in his room, and the silence morphed into a new kind of provocation.

After looking at me as if he ...