I hurried down the hallway, my heart pounding in my chest as I made my way out of Ciara's room. The air felt charged, like the moment just before a storm, and I could still feel the lingering warmth of her presence on my skin.
I had barely made it out of there in one piece, and I was torn between exhilaration and the persistent nagging voice in the back of my mind telling me to keep my cool.
"Get it together, Aeliana," I muttered to myself, fumbling with my keys as I approached my car. The cool night air did little to calm the heat rushing through my veins.
I was trying really trying not to let my thoughts spiral into dangerous territory, but the memory of Ciara's intense gaze, the way her lips had hovered just inches from mine, made it nearly impossible. It didn't help that she'd been so damn direct. Who the hell says something like that so casually?