The stadium is almost deserted but still, a few people stop to look at us. I'm not sure if they're staring at Kain since he's shirtless, or at me because I'm wearing his jersey.
Kain ignores them and so do I. He only tightens his arm around me while I stare right ahead. I want to get home and take a shower then lie in bed and cry or something. I can still feel the guy's touch lingering on my skin. His grin is still embedded in my head, and his breathe fanning over my nose is still fresh in my mind.
I desperately want to get rid of the feeling.
The sooner I push it to the back of the my head, the earlier I can do something about it.
I won't let Tatiana get away with this one.
Maybe I'm not as crazy as she is, but I have enough sense to know that I can't, and shouldn't have to, tak
