JUSTIN POV:
I got to school earlier than usual. I didn't even bother with breakfast. My stomach was too tangled in knots to care about food anyway.
I couldn't wait to see her. Not in the clingy, desperate kind of way—I just needed to know. Know what yesterday meant. Know what we were now. After everything that happened over the weekend—her staying over, us tangled in sheets, the way she fit into my space like she'd always belonged there—I needed to see if it was just a moment… or the start of something real.
But at the same time, I was scared. Scared of what I'd find in her eyes when she saw me again. Would she smile like she did when she was wrapped in my sheets? Or would she act like none of it happened at all?
I waited for her at the gate. Posted up like an idiot, trying to look casual but feeling anything but. Every second that passed stretched like a rubber band pulled too tight.
Then she appeared.
