Brooke
I have been lying awake for the last hour, staring at the wall. I could have moved, but I didn’t want to. It felt nice having Evan next to me again. I hate myself for avoiding him recently, but I had to because it was too much. Any time I saw him, I thought of the kiss and then the horror on his face when he realised what he had done. I swear that look haunts my dreams. It made me feel like s**t when I realised the thought of kissing me was such a horrible thing for him.
I knew I couldn’t avoid him forever. I sigh, close my eyes and take a couple of deep breaths. I gently turn to face him. He is still sound asleep and snoring slightly. Why does he have to be so damn beautiful! I need to find a way to get over him because my feelings for him have been there for too long. I feel pa
