This could end badly. Would end badly. No, I could handle it, I thought anxiously. I could do this, and Daniel would never need to know. But what if it didn’t work out that way? What if I ended up scorching everything around me because I couldn’t let sleeping dogs lie? Because I couldn’t get over Cole. Would. It. Be. Worth it? The doors eased shut, caging me in with my rambling conscience. The tiny voice whispered up the line from my heart and into my skull. Yes, it said. Having him in some way would be worth everything.
