Maria.
I gathered my thoughts slowly, forcing my racing mind to settle as I pushed myself off his bed. My legs felt slightly weak beneath me, but I steadied myself and walked out of the room, heading straight back to mine. Each step felt heavier than the last, as though I was carrying more than just my body, my thoughts, my emotions, my confusion all weighed me down.
As soon as the door closed behind me, I bit down on my lower lip, a habit I'd picked up whenever my mind refused to stay quiet. Noah's face crept back into my thoughts uninvited. The way he had looked at me. The way his voice had softened when he apologized. Had I been too harsh on him? The question echoed in my head, refusing to leave.
