I reach a hand forward and stroke it slightly.
Her silver eyes narrow. "What are you doing loser?" My palms are burning. I shiver and tingle and imagine what it will feel like to just brush my fingers against her skin.
"Ugh, god Aimee you are so weird sometimes." She climbs off the couch and walks into the kitchen. It makes me snap out of the daydream I'm having. I frown. Something is wrong with me. I get up and leave the house. I look around the small town as I walk. Something is missing.
I look into the windows as dusk hits and people start to turn on their lights. The insides of their homes look cozy. Something about it makes me sad.
I don’t know why.
My stomachache is killing me.
I hear a horn and turn to see Shane driving up. "You okay?" He leans out the window.
I nod. "Yeah. Just weirded out. Not feeling well yet either. Did the police say anything?" He shakes his head. "Not a lot. They gave me a flyer to become a cop though. Ha. They did say they found an ass ton of drugs in his house.
