Nevie
Watching Talon walk down the hallway to the stairwell, I couldn’t help but worry about him. I had fun on our date. I wasn’t ready for it to end, but I was excited to see Derrick.
Things with him just felt different than they did with Talon. That wasn’t a bad thing. It was exciting, and I couldn’t wait to see where the night would take us. He looked at me, his lips quirking into a smile, and I felt the flutter in the pit of my stomach. It was a strange feeling this was for the both of them. A big part of me felt guilty. I knew that I shouldn’t want both of them. It wasn’t right.
“I’m glad your date went well.” He said, dragging a hand through his thick brown hair. I wanted to thread my fingers through his hair, to see if it felt as soft as it looked. In my dreams, it had. I turned
