Time passed in a flash after that weekend at the lake house when Anna had dangled the offer of...well, I'm not exactly sure what, but...More. Summer was a busy time for us both, and we only saw each other twice over the next couple months. The first time, she was friendly and charming, yet she didn't administer even one of her electrifying touches. Anna had never bothered to go out of her way to find ways to make physical contact, preferring to take advantage of opportunities as they presented themselves, so twice I made sure to put myself in her path, only to find she had been drawn off course and into some other conversation. And the next thing I knew, she was giving me a brusque hug goodbye, her hands kept too carefully atop fabric. It was disappointing.
No. It was infuriating. How cou
