Speaking Tongues

POV: KAELITH

"Who does he think he is?" The words rip from my dry throat as I grip the cold ceramic edges of the dingy campus restroom sink. I glare at my reflection in the spotted mirror. My cheeks burn a furious crimson. Did I look this flustered when Kaelen-Primus leaned over me in the classroom? Did he see the panic in my eyes when he whispered for me not to touch him?

I scrub my hands under