River Ch 07
The rest of that weekend passed by with me in a dreamlike state, cheeks too red, eyes glossy, breathing fast and light. The previous worry that he might not be attracted to me had been blown away by what he had said and that warm, close hug he’d given me. He did want me, but he was afraid. I did want him, and I couldn’t wait to see him again. I don’t know how many times that weekend that my tired but overactive mind brought up the sensory information of his body pressed to mine, but the...