CASSANDRA’S POV.
I feel his presence behind me and he encircles his hands around my tummy as he presses me to himself. I feel his nose on my head as he presses his lips on my hair and he raises his head to let out a breath.
“Your shampoo is really nice.” He says, not answering the question.
“Thank you,” I reply as I look out through the window.
“You asked for the reason I brought you here. Well, I brought you here to create your favorite spot for you. You have got seven weeks until you leave this school. Six to exams and seven to prom. Whenever you think back to your days in high school, I do not want you to only have memories of the bully you faced, the people you love that left you, the lie told against you that resulted in your suspension, the test you missed.
I want you to be abl
