![]() ![]() He's hijacked my thoughts, and I keep replaying last night and all the different ways it could have gone. ![]() I go through the movements, mind always half occupied unwillingly. Others are filing in, and we all line up to begin class. She smiles at me, but doesn't break her conversation with our instructor. Still, I can't get my mind to shut off, no matter how I force it to. ![]() I can't even imagine why he'd want to sleep with me when she's got a body like a goddess. I was a fool to think he ever wanted anything more than a quick lay when he has her. The thoughts are enough to make me blush as I walk into the dance studio, but the sight of Tatum blows away the lust that’s still clinging on. I hold onto that feeling so it can erase the memory of his hands on me, the taste of his lips, the smell of his skin, the heat of his body wrapped around mine, supporting me. I still feel the sting of Andrew's accusations the next day, thankfully. And as I slip under the sheets of my bed, I let the weight of his words squeeze out my sadness and cry into my pillow. But it's hard to pretend when you're alone. ![]()
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