Zoe's voice broke through the tension, yanking me back to the mundane task of making the bed. Her words about our quick school day ahead created a stark contrast to the whirlwind of emotions swirling within me. I played along, pretending to listen to her plans, maintaining a facade while silently harbouring a truth that covered me in a blanket of guilt.
It was only an hour ago that I awoke, heart racing as I felt the weight of impending discovery pressing against my chest. Landon's touch, though exhilarating, now felt like a ticking time bomb. With every stolen moment, I couldn't shake the paranoia that Zoe would burst the invisible bubble in my mind and unravel the forbidden encounter.
The air had carried not only the blissful haze of desire but also the palpable fear of imminent exposure. I just couldn’t see it at the time, too consumed by the taste of Landon.
Despite having enough time to disentangle ourselves, we had fallen over the edge, messing up a simple relationship. Much like the bed Zoe and I were now hastily remaking. My panicked state, coupled with the disarray, didn't leave much room for consideration. In that moment, I craved him like a desert yearns for rain, an irresistible pull that drew me in.
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