Nina
The locker room was pitch black. Had we lost power?
I didn’t dare to move in case I would accidentally bump into Enzo and give him the wrong idea. He was still hovering over me, his hand on the locker above me and his muscular body shielding me. I would be lying if I said that I didn’t fantasize about taking advantage of the dark and kiss him, letting him run his calloused hands all over my body and f**k me up against the locker…
But before any of that could happen, a light flicked on at the end of the row of lockers. Just a single light, beaming down like a spotlight from the ceiling. Enzo quickly moved away from me.
There was the sound of shuffling in the darkness, then someone stepped into the light.
It was Justin.
He was holding his guitar.
Everything in my whole body cring
