Pushing the Limits

by Katie McGarry

But after standing so damn close to her, I couldn’t stop thinking about the possibility of her warm body under mine. I wished I could blame it on the pot, but I couldn’t. I had been as sober as the day of a court-ordered drug test standing next to her on that patio.

Sometimes when you see the line, you think it’s a good idea to cross it—until you do.

I craved to grant her peace.

Shit, what if she did trust me? What would I do with it?