× Dixie × I’m staring at my food, and it’s staring back like it’s got something to say. While my fork is just hovering there, like it’s unsure too. I poke at the food a little, trying to get myself to actually eat, but my brain has apparently decided it’s snack time for thoughts, not actual food.And those thoughts? Yeah, they’re all about him. Trix. With that ridiculously intense gaze, the way his voice gets all low and serious when he’s focused, and… ugh, why am I doing this to myself? He’s cocky, a little frustrating, and yet somehow, I can’t get him out of my head. What is wrong with me?I shove a forkful of food into my mouth, hoping it’ll knock some sense into me, but all it does is sit there while I chew... and think. I can feel his presence even when he’s not here, like some permanent shadow, lurking in my thoughts. I swear, it’s like he installed himself in my head, rent-free, and now he’s just kicking back, smirking.A sigh escapes me, and I’m barely even aware I’m rolli
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