“You know there’s no such thing as working someone out of your system,” I whisper. He angles closer, our bodies separated by the width of a feather, and yes yes yes, I want him closer, but no no no, I’ve made a thousand excuses to my daughter about why I won’t do this no matter how much I want to. My brain is so scrambled anytime I’m near him. And as much as my heart and brain whisper Junie first, sometimes they also ask, Who do you become when you never put yourself first?
