Elena cleared her throat, a blush staining her cheeks as she averted her gaze, flustered. There were hints of insecurity and doubt in her eyes, and I couldn't quite understand why. Was it that difficult for her to feel how f*****g hard she made me? It was impossible for her not to realize what kind of effect she had on me.
Now, more than ever, I wanted her to know that she was the only one on my mind. I kept thinking of the words that tumbled out of her lips when she was on the phone with her mother, and each time her words reverberated through my mind, my blood f*****g boiled. I needed Elena to know that I could barely think straight whenever I looked at her.
Thinking of someone else when she was in the vicinity was near impossible, but how could I make her see that?
"What are you even
