I was going to have to make that delivery tomorrow night, and maybe it’d just been that I needed to do something normal tonight, so I’d decided to make dinner. Maybe I needed something to remind me of the good before I devolved into depravity. Or maybe I just needed an excuse to be close to Dakota. It seemed the more I was around her, the more I wanted it. To be in her space. To experience her goodness, inhaling it like secondhand smoke.
