“Only question is, are you finally going to let me have you? I know you want me, but you’re the one standing in your own way.”
And then he let go of me, ran his eyes up and down my naked body—it felt on fire—and turned and walked away again.
Ash:We are like fire and gasoline.
Sarah:Hey, you’re messaging privately. This must be serious.
Ash:It is. I just want to talk to you.
Ash:You were there at the start. I need advice. Proper advice.
Ash:Whenever we are near each other, everything feels combustible.
Ash:The sexual tension is insane.
Ash:What should I do?
Sarah:Are you asking me if I think you should have sex with him?
Ash:Yes.
Ash:No.
Ash:Yes.
Sarah:Do you just want to have sex with him, or do you want more?
Ash:Like a relationship more?
Sarah:Yes.
Ash:AbsolutelyNOT!
Ash:Not after everything that’s happened. Remember how broken I was? How long it took me to get over it all?
Sarah:But you were in love with him back then. You’re not in love with him now . . . are you?
Ash:WHAT?
Ash:No, absolutely not.
Sarah:Are you sure you’re not having any feelings for him?
I put my phone down and bit my lip. Tapped my foot against the floor. Sure, there were feelings. Just not those ones. There had been moments with him that had been nice; he’d been nice, and it had felt familiar, but—
Ash:NO!
Ash:There are no feelings like that.
Sarah:And any chance of those kinds of feelings?
I tapped my foot faster this time.
Ash:Nope!
Sarah:And from his side?
I stopped tapping my foot and thought about the way he’d kissed me on the forehead. Tender, loving almost. Called me baby. Tended to my foot, ankle . . .
