For the last few days, I’ve spent so much time thinking about Kendra, about what I should do, what’s right, that I forgot how good I feel when I’m around her. I know nothing has changed in our situation. But we’re adults. And as long as we keep what’s between us private until we decide what to do, then we aren’t hurting anyone. With Kendra’s hand in mine, we step out of my bedroom and into the hall.
