She was leaving tonight for Bishop’s Landing. For three weeks. The thought was debilitating. Rather than celebrating the reprieve I would have from the students, I was lamenting it. Dreading her departure. This kind of behavior wasn’t me. I didn’t miss people. I didn’t care about anyone. Yet here I was, swimming in an upside-down world where all I wanted was to be with a woman I couldn’t have. A woman who could frustrate me, turn me on, and fire me up like no other. I didn’t want this. Not these feelings—the uncertainty, the hunger, the endless fucking dread.
