For one terrifying moment, she wished she was a hugger, because at least then she’d get to touch Erin again. Okay, you’re done. She shut it down. She’d just wished she was a hugger. This had clearly gone too far. Erin was a good kisser, but that was ridiculous. Get ahold of yourself. She’d say goodbye to Erin and move on. Emerson better be buying a lot of booze.
