Zenia's POV

I had not left the party. Instead, I was inside EJ's bedroom awaiting for him. I was not about to be crumbled and shattered when he hadn't heard my side of the story. 

I knew he was angry, his eyes said it all, but I needed to stand my ground, swallow up my fears, and be true to myself and him.

I sat at the edge of his bed, looking around his bedroom in satisfaction. Everything was neatly arranged and in order-- not a T-shirt on the bed or a book laying on the floor.

His bed felt so comfortable beneath me, I couldn't help it but lay...