“That night when I came home early and you tried to crack my skull open?” When I didn’t respond, he clarified, “The first time we hugged.” Oh, I hadn’t forgotten. “I remember.” “I wanted you that night.” His words sent heated barbs of excitement through me. “And I felt like a hypocrite and a bad person. I had that rule, and here I was, ready to throw it aside without even talking it over with you first.
