MADISON
As I stood under the warm stream of the shower, I tried to push away the painful reality. The reality that I would never truly understand Caden, that he wouldn't let me in, and the reality that I longed for him to do so, making me feel miserable and pathetic for caring.
Wrapping a medium-sized towel around my damp body, I spent extra moments drying my hair before stepping out of the bathroom.
The living room was vacant, just like the kitchen I passed through. Even the table was tidily arranged.
Strange.
Tightening the towel around my chest, a habitual gesture from growing up, I headed to my room.
And there he was!
"What are you doing here?" I asked, puzzled, upon seeing him lying on my bed beneath the comforter.
I need to play it cool, even though I secretly enjoyed the sig
