I, on the other hand, couldn’t get enough of her. When she was close, like she had been at the restaurant, I found it almost impossible not to try to get closer still. Every time she held my hand, touched my arm, or even just brushed against me, my stomach flipped, and every time I breathed in the sweet scent of her shampoo or watched her tuck her bright red hair behind her ear, I had to remind myself she wasn’t truly mine. I hung off her every word when she spoke, and when she smiled, I could feel myself falling deeper and deeper.
