The Key
Night time has a way of allowing the desires of the heart to rise without exception. No reality of day to interfere with what is right or wrong, sane or insane, lust or love. It makes no difference. It follows a radar of its own primal, intense, and without restraint. That’s what drove him to stop by Kelsey’s place at one in the morning. He had thought about her for too long, wanted her for too long, held back by commitments that were not spoken but still there gnawing at him. Although not...