All night I was restless. My mind had been consumed by the memory of her warmth and the kiss we shared. It was so infiltrating that I ended up in my office sometime earlier this morning.

I still can smell her on me and I can’t stand the thought of changing clothes. For one split moment, she had stopped running from me and now I’m left to wonder if it means she won’t ever try again.

The window has given me a little reprieve. I’ve never been one to let my emotions cloud my judgment, but ...