Mia polishes off her first bottle of beer before starting in on the second. Her alcohol consumption is turning out to be more of a sprint rather than a marathon. "You're just going to sit back and do absolutely nothing about this?"I give her a blank look because yeah-that's exactly what the plan is. For the time being, I'm going to lay low and ride this one out. What else does she expect me to do? Haven't I singlehandedly caused enough damage to my friendship with Sam?She scowls, looking frustrated by my lack of response before doling out more unsolicited advice. Alcohol, unfortunately, brings out the armchair therapist in Mia."For starters, you could pull on your big girl panties, and tell him how you really feel." When I remain stubbornly silent, her expression softens. "I can see how much the situation is tearing you apart. I get that you made a mistake. But it's not the end of the world, Violet. If you want Sam, then you need to be honest with him about your feelin

All I want is to grab hold of Violet and yank her into my arms. Need pounds through my body like a steady drumbeat. It's all I can think about. Dancing with her, holding her in my arms again-I couldn't do it any longer, knowing that she wasn't mine.That I had lost her.That she wants to be friends and nothing more.Here's what I know-I can't go back to the way it was when Violet was oblivious to my feelings. Oblivious to the need spiking through my veins.The distance between us is palpable. It's like a chasm. One that feels insurmountable. And that sucks. It's never been like this between us, and it scares the shit out of me. All I want is for our relationship to go back to the way it was before that fucking photograph was splashed all over social media.I never wanted our relationship to backpedal or stall. I was thrown off by the situation. And then it spiraled out of control.But I've had time to wade through this mess, and deal with everything hurtling at me in h