Dahlia

I return to the table like nothing happened. Like I didn’t just have a moment in the hallway that made me feel alive and ashamed all at once. Like I didn’t love it. Hate it. Want more of it. Like the heat in my cheeks isn’t from what almost happened with a man I shouldn’t crave, but from the guilt of wanting it again. Like my heart isn’t still hammering. Like my hands aren’t trembling just enough to show I am not okay.

Adrian’s still seated. Doesn’t look up ...