I have to do something. I can't keep exposing myself to these encounters. I need to avoid being alone with him. Before our gazes cross again in that dangerous way, before the memories drag us both down a path from which we can't return.
Because if we fall... there won't be a safety net.
I turn over on the bed, squeezing my eyes shut as if that could expel the images that repeat over and over in my mind. His gaze. His question. His warm hand gripping my arm, just like he did so many times in the past, in a life that now seems foreign and f*******n.
I despise myself for the weakness I feel. I despise myself for wishing, even for an instant, to return to that time when he and I were all we needed.
No.
I can't allow myself this.
I get up abruptly from the bed and throw the curtains wide
