Sleep has been impossible.

Every time I closed my eyes, I was back in his arms and the warmth of his chest against my cheek.

I slapped both hands over my face and screamed into my palms, kicking my legs in the air like a child.

The shame burned through my face. He was my boss, for crying out loud.

Professional boundaries didn't get much clearer than 'don't sob hysterically on your employer.'

"Just face him," I muttered, dragging myself to the bathroom. "Act normal. Pretend it never ...