I felt as if I was floating on cloud nine. The trip to Vegas, the banter and kiss, it’d completely turned us around.

Maybe it was our honesty or the fact that we’d finally touched one another and let out our emotions, but either way, things felt different. Even when I went by the restaurant to check on things and the cook was thirty minutes late for his afternoon shift, it didn't matter.

The feeling of warmth inside of me was deeper than lust. It was rooted in a place in my ...