Chapter 66

• I rushed out of my room, eager to shake off the lingering frustration from last night's conversation with Mr. Clinton. The constant denial of his feelings was a relentless gnawing ache trapping me in a vicious cycle of confusion and longing. Every glance, every gesture, every whispered word from him left me spinning my own wheels, desperately making me seek a way to make him admit he feels something for me. Even if it was to stir a tiny feeling within him, one that he can't quite ignore or back away from.
• As I turned the corner, I collided with a familiar figure— the one who had the power to shatter my heart and soothe my soul.
• "Easy there, where are you rushing off to?" Mr. Clinton said, steadying me by the shoulders.