Lingering Feelings

Chloe folded her arms and leaned against a shelf stacked with medical supplies, her expression defiant. The room was dark, save for the dim lighting that cast sharp shadows across her face.

“What the fuck am I doing?” she scoffed. “What the hell does it look like I’m doing? I’m standing in a goddamn storeroom with you because you dragged me in here, and I’m still not sure why you did that.”

Trista