It had been so vivid, so real, and in the dream, I’d done absolutely nothing to deter Logan’s advances. Worse, my body was still responding as though it had been real. I was on fire, my skin shiny with sweat and my heart pounding in my chest. Inside, I felt as though all of me was pulsing with desire. For Logan, which was the problem. I solved that problem by pretending it didn’t exist and going straight to the shower. A cold shower. I was shivering with goose bumps all along my skin when I got out, but I didn’t feel like I was filled with molten lava about to spill over and around my body at any moment. So I guess that was something. I got ready quickly, focusing on picking out the right books, something cute, but demure to wear, and straightening my hair until it was flat, shiny, and in no way wild to speak of. The result was I looked boring. Inside, there was still a big part of me that hated that. That just wanted to be myself for a change and embrace the passion for life that was within me.
