*Bianca*
I got a few more hours of sleep after Leo left, falling into a deep dream that I couldn’t quite recall when I woke up but I knew had been a good one. I couldn’t stop smiling as I rose out of Leo’s bed, the comforter still smelling like him and his musty fragrance that I didn’t realize until now that I’d become intimate with him.
I was smiling as I gathered up my clothes from last night, even as I slipped out of his room in nothing but an oversized shirt I’d stolen from his closet. By the time I got to my room, my cheeks hurt from how wide my grin was but I couldn’t help it.
Butterflies were nothing. A whole flock of birds had taken shape in my stomach, leaving me giddy and feeling like I was floating rather than walking. This was like a windstorm, a hurricane coming crashing into every part of me and I was weightless as it washed me away into the eye of the storm.
