We were inside the clubhouse, locked away in the privacy of Princess's bathroom. The shower was running, filling the room with a thick, heavy steam that blurred the edges of everything. We were busy making out, the sound of the water hitting the tiles competing with my breathing. I was kissing her with everything I had, trying to get her mood up, trying to spark that fire I knew lived inside her. But it felt like I was just kissing a statue. She wasn't reacting at all. When I pulled back slightly and opened my eyes, I realized she was just staring at me. Her eyes were wide and blank, watching me the entire time like I was a stranger.
