By the time I got home, my heart was still racing like crazy.

My hands wouldn’t stop trembling, my mind replaying every second of that elevator moment- his voice, his stare, his scent. God, what was wrong with me? This man had me feeling things I shouldn’t be feeling.

The thrill of it all… it was dangerous. Addictive. Wrong.

And yet, I couldn’t stop smiling like an idiot.

I threw my bag on the couch, microwaved the leftover pizza from two nights ago, and ate in silence ...