Sophia
I watch Micah’s stiff back as he steps out of the room. Everything between us is so tense all the time. It’s as if every time we try to keep things comfortable, it ends up turning into a disaster. Sometimes I glimpse at him and see something that tells me he’s feeling something for me. But other times, all I see is a cold stranger, and it infuriates me. He was so sweet, holding me in his arms as he washed my back and comforted me. Then he ruins it over a simple question about his tattoos.
Leaning back on the lip of the tub, I close my eyes and enjoy the warmth of the water. Unfortunately, the relaxation doesn’t last long because as soon as I close my eyes, my mind wanders back to the gas station. All I can think about is the clerk’s lifeless eyes, and nausea churns through my sto
