'What is she thinking?" I murmur under my breath as I pace the den downstairs.

Unable to think much about anything, I just keep moving until dawn. Because if I stop for too long, I begin wondering if she was right all along. Could I be so attracted to the neighbor, that I just don't realize it?

Shaking my head, I decide that this is enough. If she wants to believe it, then there is something wrong with this relationship. The only thing is she is right, and I can't admit it to ...