I was in class, and sitting beside me was Princess. I had texted her earlier that I needed her, and she chose to stay with me instead of going elsewhere. I watched her hand move as she took notes, but I couldn't focus on the board.
While the teacher was busy with his lecture, I leaned my head on her shoulder. I closed my eyes and breathed in, sniffing her black hair, trying to get the comfort I needed. It was the only thing keeping my head from spinning.
I even wrapped my arms around her waist, pulling her closer until our clothes rubbed together. I didn't want even the smallest space between us.
I used to feel embarrassed when people watched us and whispered, but not anymore. My urge was stronger than any embarrassment. The need to be near her felt like a physical ache in my chest.
Even the teacher didn't care. This wasn't the first time he'd seen us like this. He just kept talking about the lesson, his voice drone-like in the background.
