86. Accept it and stop fighting

Erica

The journey in the chopper had been silent with headphones on our heads and it continued to be so when we got in the limo to reach the venue of the party we were attending.

As I sat on the opposite side of him, my mind flashed back to the time when he had picked me up from my dorm. That day felt so long ago. Almost like decades. That day I hadn't been nervous or clad in a dress that showed more skin than it hid. That day, he hadn't been such a brute or maybe he had been and I had refused to see because of my attraction. I should've learned since then but that attraction still plagued me and now it was accompanied with unwanted, foreign feelings that make me question my own sanity.

Unable to take the silence anymore and feeling a little nervous after what he had shared with me about the kind of people that would be attending the party we were going to, I asked, “What will it be like?”

He slipped his phone in his pocket and regarded me with his golden gaze. I curled my toes in my