I don’t want to believe it. After watching the video that he showed me, I feel like all the memories from last night started to rain on me—the music blasting from the poolside and the nice view we have from the terrace.
I was mentally scolding myself as I was walking to the room of my first class. My mind is filled with memories of that night and Xavion and his words and his sexy voice and his smile. Damn it.
This is definitely worse than having a hangover. I’d rather have a searing headache and that nauseous feeling than have these thoughts of him. It’s so embarrassing.
“Are you okay?” Keshia asked me when she saw me in class. We have the same class today, and she must have noticed that I am not in the right state of mind. Well, I don’t know how I would be when I just learned about
