I woke up with a bad headache. My throat was dry. There was a glass of water set on the nightstand. I gulped down the water desperately. I felt the sheets under me and looked around the room. This was Declan's room. How did I get here?
Flashes of what happened entered my mind. I touched my lips as my cheeks reddened. I couldn't wait to kiss him again, to touch him. The thought of feeling his body against mine drove me insane. I hadn't wanted anything more than that. When I thought about the m******e that happened in the fields, all I wanted to do was cry. But I had learned that I couldn't focus on the negativity. My grandmother was knocking at the door of my consciousness. If I let her in, then more people would get hurt. The only thing I could do for myself was distract myself, at least
