We had crossed the hustle and bustle of the city and were about to enter my suburban hometown, Wneebeach Springs. With my head leaned against the window, I watched the houses pass by me like a fade while lost in thought. My thoughts were predominantly about Desmond. The exhilaration of seeing him soon with my family made me feel like some love-struck teenage girl from a movie. My brain replayed our passionate love-making session next to the campfire. A broad smile almost touched my ears when ...