Alexandria

Compromises.

That was the word I liked to use as I assessed my plight.

I hadn't given in to every mandate nor had I blazed my own way. Five days of compromises. Five days of avoidance. And most of all, five days without any contact from Nox.

With each passing day, I'd begun to wonder if he'd given up on me. Did he think about me as I thought about him? Had he heard what I'd done, the compromises I'd made?

I worked to block out the ...