you know how this works. I’m on-duty, which means you have to be in my sight at all times.” I draw in a heady breath. My first reaction: utter, unequivocal attraction. Dear God, I’m attracted to how much he’s around me. Always present like an ever-consuming forest fire. My second reaction: shame. Guilt. Horrible feelings that compound on each other. My head is telling me that I shouldn’t want these things. I shouldn’t want him around me all the time. I should be able to walk around a food market without my boyfriend.
