dig my fingers into the couch for the tenth time in five minutes as I watch Ollie grind against Ross. All I can think about is how I wish it was me. How I wish I had my hand pressing into her stomach, keeping her close to me, letting her do all of the work. But my head is screaming at me no. I’m not in a position to start anything with her. Not when I’m still struggling with how Sarah broke me. Not with the new season.
