I spent half the night figuring out whether I turned him away for some deeper reason. Of course, the constant worry that I’m not good enough sat on my shoulder in the dark, sabotaging me as always. But more than that, I realized that if it had been any other man, I wouldn’t have retreated at all. The difference is, I like Bash—I really like Bash. And I don’t want to damn him with my carelessness. Deep down I know this isn’t some meaningless fling.
