Fuck. Everything in me wants to say yes. I want to go on a date with him. I want more than a date. I want him to touch me…everywhere. But there’s only so much recklessness I can allow. It’s one thing to hang out with him as a friend and exchange flirty banter, but crossing that line puts him in more danger. I take a deep breath and give him the only answer I can. “No.”
