Chapter 72
- Every time I’m in the room with him, my heart is on standby, waiting for him to look my way, waiting to smell his cologne. To feel the power emanating from his body. To feel my own physical reaction to him. The goosebumps, the butterflies, the flush of my cheeks when he makes eye contact. Every little thing means so much.
- And it sucks. I fucking hate this.
- I’ve waited seven years to feel something for someone. Anything.