Debbie
The sun was barely up when we gathered in the lobby. I felt a strange mix of emotions—the lingering heat of the night with River and the sharp, cold memory of Julius’s face on the floor.
Who would have thought? Who? It was high time I really learned not to judge people by the look on their faces. The heart was always different from what the face said.
I had asked River about Julius this morning, and he said he settled it with him and he apologized. I don't think I would ever see him in that way I used to anymore.
Julius is a pervert. A big one.
Who knows how many people he had done these things to.
Anyways, right now I was in tight hiking leggings and a breathable top, my hair tied back in a high ponytail.
"You know, I’ve never actually done this before," I admitted, adjustin
