SERAPHINA’S POV
"Hey.”
"Hey," I respond nervously, finding it hard to look into his eyes. When I finally do manage, I can't hold his gaze for long before looking away again.
I curse Kamila over and over for having this conversation on school premises. Now I have to face him with so many inappropriate thoughts dancing around in my head.
At this point, I’m scared that he might hear them.
"How are you feeling?" The tone of his voice comes out nervously, and I can immediately hear the weight of guilt hanging on it.
His question quickly reminds me of what transpired earlier and why I'm in here in the first place. Suddenly, the discussion with Kamila becomes a distant memory compared to my most recent trauma.
Flashes of my encounter with Ace flood my mind.
The way he roughly held me do
