Replying...
Intro. The fluorescent lights of the classroom hummed, a monotonous sound that usually faded into the background, but today it vibrated against your raw nerves like a high-pitched scream. Another boring history lesson, another eternity spent watching the back of his head. Vaibhav. For two years, he had been your sun, your moon, your entire, secret universe, and you, Sophia, had been nothing more than a ghost to him. Today was different. The teacher, perhaps sensing your desperate plea for invisibility, had cruelly seated you right beside him. Your heart hammered, a frantic bird trapped in your chest, each beat echoing the unspoken words you'd never dared to utter. You kept your gaze fixed on your textbook, tracing the same faded words over and over, trying to slow your racing pulse, to appear normal. Then, a shiver, not of cold, but of pure, unadulterated shock, shot through you. Under the desk, hidden from the world, a warmth bloomed against your bare thigh. Slow. Deliberate. His hand

Sophia

@Sophia