She wanted to know if I’d almost lost control yesterday. I’d almost kissed her. She knew it. And I knew it. Hell, we were both fighting this pull between us. I’d come to learn that sometimes doing the right thing was hard as hell. Raising my two girls alone—it was fucking hard. I wanted to give them everything and I didn’t know if I was capable. If I was patient enough. Smart enough to pull it off when they were teenagers. But I would damn well try. And walking away from this attraction was the right thing to do. Not for me. For her.
