Touch Me While I Taste You

Chapter 16

I took a deep breath and let it out slowly through my punted lip My mind had heen racing the entire day. I know we Wanted me to forget about what happened but I just, couldn’t I tried, I really did. But very single time I think about him, the vene in the cafeteria energes back into my head.

The usual churpiness in her voice had definitely reared back into her tone, yet something was different. The way she looked at me was different. Well the way she avoided looking at the I supposel should say. Even dropping me off she didn’t joke about sex which was a shocker.

Seeing how distant she was being with mm e led to my brain working quickly and putting the pieces together. Whatever Halden said to her had something to do with me, or it involved me at least.

I wanted to confront Häiden, ask him what he said to her but after following M 1. Gibbern, Haiden was yet to be seen.

ihin air. No entilis hak pickup van was in the drive w ithout

My Hlahould just

m alone. At AS though nothing happened, act like there wasn’t a shift in my life recently us because of, hiem

I crumbled the piece of paper, not liking the draft I had just written and cast it inside the small rose-gold trash can at the foot of the desk.

It was night already. The sun had gone down a few minutes ago, leaving the entire world in complete darkness. Only that the light from the street lamps cased the wandering humans who roamed the streets at night.

I loved the darkness, I craved the sort of quiet relief it gave me.

Night is when my brain can finally detach from what happened prior, when I can hear the crickets and listen to the occasional passing cars. But tonight was different. Tonight my brain was runningo n a treadmill and I feared it was going a bit too fast.

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ining on thoughts of

I wished pullime out another piece of pap from the drawer and set it on the smooth surface of the desk. Mr. Horyd wa a good teacher, If you slap the pare elched on his face daily or the grouchiness in his voice that he can’t seem to lessen on. Apart from that, he was considered one of the best in the school

But giving us an assignment on the first day would not carn hien brownie points any time soon, especially from me. I took literature because I enjoyed reading in mi y spare time but pwetry was where my brain skidded to a stop.

I didn’t hate it per se, I just didn’t enjoy reading it. And writing it? Well, let’s just say a migraine was lurking behind my Eyelids.

poetry without it moving you, you must feel it, blah,

my fine 71498.” I grumble, tapping the pencil

afford

mother and father on m y back twenty for SVETL

many human emotions, which one should I write about? Uhhh.” I

just write about lour, it’s the afly efnition that’s easier to

began jotting down randomly on the paper. Ironic that a girl who didn’t know anything about lave chose the emotion to write about 1 can only

he’s a lover of romance. Two I’d cringe myself, write some nonsense and fail iniserably. The second

Fingerlacing

Team

Never loving home alone

Aflip of herleart

he smile

and my sichichtwist uncomfortably. “I cooled dinner and you’re telling me you

know how long this took me?!” She continued to yell followed

cook dinner tonight. I

do it

about this tomorrow Margie, not tonight.” Father

lunghe To the chair and made my

loud asuing Their volcan HOW

this. I hated this life where we acted to be perfect. Sooner or later the curtains will be pulled or ripped and it will

way back to the desk and chair, plopping down with a BILI continued to write, failing to keep

in a sharp

they could stay like this for a

He drew her closer

Filling her with warmth

lay

They would be more..