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fight it, it always led me to a better place, even if only for a short time.
    At that moment, nothing made more sense to me.
    My skin tingled with the need to be touched, to connect. My heart seemed to vibrate inside my chest, like it was trying to shake off the hurt and find some respite, no matter the cost.
    I reached up and placed my hand on Miguel’s cheek, and without hesitation, gently pressed my lips against his.
    Miguel’s frame went rigid and he leaned back, cutting off my kiss before it really started. The confusion in his eyes should have made me back off but the tingling of my skin and my quivering heart weren’t ready to give up. Everything inside me, all the pain and anger, had gathered together, desperate for an outlet. I needed it. Needed him .
    “Freya.” His breathing was a little ragged, probably from shock more than anything. “Why did you-?”
    I closed my eyes, hoping with everything I had that he’d understand because I was unsure what to say. How could I explain something so totally alien to me? This had never happened before, but it was so strong. So impossible to ignore.
    “Freya. I know you miss Will, but-”
    “It’s not about that.”
    The mention of his name pricked at my conscience but it was barely even a fraction of the agony I’d lived in for the last four months.
    I stared into Miguel’s eyes again. “I can’t explain this. I can’t. I just… please. The more I try to talk the more confusing it gets.”
    “You don’t think it’s confusing for me too? You’ve forced me to stay away from you since February and now you’re trying to kiss me?”
    Heat flared in my cheeks. He was right. I was acting way out of character, and I should have been ashamed of myself. I think maybe somewhere deep down inside me, I was ashamed of myself, but I couldn’t let this opportunity slip by to, for once, allow myself a break.
    “I should go,” Miguel said, shrugging the blanket off him and standing up. He wouldn’t even look me in the eye.
    “Wait!” I quickly sprung to my feet and rested my hands on his shoulders, forcing him to look at me. “I’m sorry. I… It’s…”
    I gritted my teeth, annoyed at myself for not finding the right words, or any words, to explain my behaviour.
    Miguel’s shoulders loosened under my grip, and he put his arms around me with a small sigh. “It’s okay. I think I… I think I understand. But-” he paused and shook his head, “I don’t know.”
    My head tilted to one side, tears still burning the backs of my eyes. I moved one hand around to the back of Miguel’s neck. This time, he was the one to close his eyes.
    “Freya.”
    “Miguel,” I breathed, moving closer. I touched my lips to his again. “Please. I just want to feel something.” His hands tightened on my waist and all my emotions rushed to the forefront as I moved my mouth over his again, hoping he could taste my need through my kiss. “Make me feel something.”
    Miguel stared into my eyes, like he was trying to gaze into my soul to see if this was what I really wanted. I gave him a small nod, like that tiny gesture would be enough to symbolise everything I wanted to express. “Please.”
    He pressed his fingers into my back, urging me closer. With my body against his, my heart beat faster and I was sure I could hear his thudding against his chest. He rested his hand on my cheek, brushing away my tears with the pad of his thumb then pressed his lips against mine.
    He felt it too; I knew it from the second he kissed me. A small whimper of relief slipped out of my mouth as I pushed my hands into his hair, and Miguel slid his hands up my back to unzip my dress.
    At last.
    At. Last.

Chapter 4 - Weird
     
    My eyelids fluttered open and the first thing I thought was, ‘Man, it’s bright this morning.’ The sunlight warmed me through my sheets and the room was filled with way more light than usual. Did I leave the curtains open? I raised my head to find the lilac curtains drawn,