SEVENTY

"She's not worth it, Prince."

I remember Drake saying those words to Prince about Gia. Oh God, why do those words keep haunting me now that I'm trying to close my eyes to sleep? This is so infuriating. I roll my body to the side, restless. Maybe I should try counting sheep to get it out of my mind.

Drake wouldn't have said something like that if Prince had really moved on, right? Drake must have known that Prince was still living under the shadow of his ex-girlfriend.

Shit. I should have been aware of the aftereffect of the kiss before I allowed him to kiss me. Now, I'm becoming such an insecure girl.

Because it's too good to be true. I've never felt something like this before. The chemistry between us is real -- or at least, I think so.

He's too good to be true, but at the same time too real for me to pretend like he doesn't exist. And too dangerous for my vulnerable heart.

I like him. I really do.

To the point that I'm afraid that everything will be shattered once I enter too