Dionne
By midnight the party was over. The house was quiet at last. The noise and shouting had stopped, leaving a heavy silence.
People had left one by one into the dark, leaving empty cups and the leftover feel of the party.
Robert went to his room. I went to mine. The quiet in the house didn’t help the loud noise in my head. Sleep was like a far country I couldn’t reach. My thoughts were a mess and my head still hurt from the dancing.
I lay in my bed restless. The sheets felt rough. I kept thinking about him—the weight of his chest on mine and how my thin shirt couldn’t block the heat of his skin. I could still feel that warmth, and my heart beat faster.
I couldn’t stay in my room with that feeling. I got up. I needed to see if he was asleep or if he was feeling the same uncomforta
