Sally
That night, I couldn't shake off the events of the afternoon. I tossed and turned in bed, my mind racing with questions. Why was Colby being so possessive of me on the field? He'd made it clear he didn't like me, so why was he acting like he owned me?
His words echoed in my head: "Your lips are mine." What did he mean by that? I needed answers.
I threw off the covers and got out of bed, determination driving me to confront Colby. Why was he making me so confused, and at the edge of driving me insane? I made my way to his room, but his door was locked. That was unusual – he never locked his door.
I raised my hand and knocked loudly, not caring if our parents heard the commotion. The door finally creaked open, and I was met with a tired-looking Colby. His eyes were heavy with sleep
