I fucked up with her in that restaurant last week. Then, I fucked up even worse when I met her here. The loss of control I feel around this woman has my head spinning. I can’t seem to find my footing on this rocky, uneven ground we’re standing on together. Letting her see my face again in the daylight is a huge risk. But so was buying the cottage. So was offering her a job at my company. This whole situation is a huge mess of risks wrapped up in a tangle of unfamiliar feelings and a shit-ton of broken laws. I have no idea how to claw my way out.
