These are small acts that could be adorable if they didn’t get me so worked up. His touch is lethal to me, and he seems to be completely oblivious to the fact. My hand tightens around the mouse as I move the cursor across the screen. My nipples are tightening under my blouse, and I feel foolish for reacting like this to nothing more than his breath on my neck.

Trying to focus on the screen, I play the recording from the day after the attack. It shows Jazz coming in and looking surprised at ...