As I lie in bed, my heart pounds furiously in my chest as I process his visit. I can still feel the warmth of his body lingering above mine, even though he’s gone. His voice draws me in, sending shivers down my spine.

“What am I thinking?”

It happens every time I’m close to him or kiss him. My brain just short circuits and the same question as before always comes to mind. How much longer can this go on?

I scold myself, reminding myself that I’m not supposed to fall for the one who ...