Nalini I couldn’t stop thinking about his lips.The ghost of that kiss clung to me like smoke — faint but suffocating. Every time I blinked, I saw his eyes again, the look of regret, the tremor in his voice when he said my name. It should have meant nothing. I wanted it to mean nothing. But my heart hadn’t gotten the memo.By the time I reached my locker that morning, I felt like I was standing on quicksand — guilt dragging me under, confusion weighing me down. I slammed the metal door shut and pressed my forehead against it, trying to breathe.What was wrong with me?Timothy had been nothing but kind, steady, patient. He’d saved Maxine last night. He’d treated me like I was worth something when no one else did. He deserved my attention, my trust — maybe even my heart someday. Not Myron.Never Myron.But then why did my pulse still race when I thought about him? Why did I still feel that pull — that maddening, magnetic thing that tied me to him even when he hurt me?I let out a shaky
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