Rowena
I stood in front of the bathroom mirror, smoothing down my hair as my heart pounded in my chest. Today, I was wearing my usual: a pair of jeans, a white button-down, and a blue cardigan. I had my hair pulled back into a neat bun and wore my glasses, with my leather bag slung across my body.
But today, when I should have been busy thinking about my upcoming classes and my assignments, my mind was on other things. Or rather, one thing in particular.
My brother.
My lips still burned from where he had kissed me in the closet, my skin searing where he had touched me. What he had done that night at the party was a cruel prank, a ‘joke’ taken too far.
It had been a few days now, and we hadn’t spoken yet. In fact, he had hardly even been home—and I was glad for it, espec
