Page 290 of Dirty Princess

He touches my face again.

In a lot of ways, Cullen is absolutely perfect.

I should just stay here with him.

I should finish the night with him.

We should…

I feel like I have a war with my head, my heart, and my body going on.

And it involves who I am, where I came from, and what I have to do next.

Plus, there’s someone I really miss.

Iget back to the dorm and when Maz and Birdie look at me, I just put my pointer finger to my lips and I walk to my bed.

There I crash.

And I sleep.

The next morning, Birdie wakes me up.

I know I have classes but I decide to skip them.

I’ll make the work up at some point.

Or maybe I won’t make the work up.

If I fail, are they really going to kick me out?

Again, I have the plan of purposely screwing up so that I have to face Dean Tahg and he has to call my parents. Or my family. Or someone who knows who I really am.

I pull the covers back over my head and go right back to sleep.

The best sleep sometimes is the kind you’re not supposed to get.

When I finally do wake up, it’s the afternoon.

I feel hungry.

Really hungry.

More than hungry, I need coffee.

My brain is foggy and coffee will fix that.

I change into a fresh hoodie and leave the dorm.

My hood up, trying to hide from the world.

I probably look like a hungover mess to anyone who sees me, but whatever.

I walk all the way to the end of campus and then beyond, going to what is not my favorite cafe.

I open the door, take my sunglasses off, and push the hood of my hoodie down.

The smell of coffee makes me smile.

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