As I'm lying on my bed, I can't stop thinking about Adam and what he'd done to my lipstick today. His lips were smeared with pink, and he didn't care about it one bit.
What if someone had seen it on him? What if someone really did? I had no idea what happened after he walked out on me yesterday. It wasn't precisely invisible, and anyone who paid a lot of attention to him would have noticed it.
I bury my head against my pillow and don't bother stopping the girlish scream that leaves my mouth.
Why did he have to be so damn hot with every single thing that he did? Even his walk was heavenly to look at.
I grab my notepad from the shelf and pick up a pencil from my desk while putting on my night light.
My fingers moved expertly as I began to draw his face like I've done multiple times befo
