Sydney
I keep myself locked in Justin’s bathroom for ten minutes. I need to pull myself together. I don’t want to seem vulnerable or pathetic. I splash some cold water on my face and fix my hair. I take a few deep breaths before I exit the bathroom. I spot Justin sitting against the wall next to the bathroom door.
He looks up at me when I step out, “Are you okay?”
“I will be fine,” I say and offer him my hand.
Justin takes it, and I pull him to his feet.
“Can I do anything to make you feel better?” he asks softly, using our hands to bring me closer to him.
My breath hitches in my throat when he does, even though he is only doing it to be nice, nothing more.
“No,” I reply, shaking my head.
“Not even a cuddle?” he suggests.
I think for a moment and find myself nodding. Just
