No Going Back
At some point, the lipstick stains on his collars, the strawberry hair clips in his suit pockets, and the stray hairs in his folders started making me jump.
Last night, he asked why I was getting harder and harder to please. However, he’d forgotten that I used to be a girl who could be won over with a single sweet.
When the food came, a young waitress lost her grip on a tray and accidentally spilled hot soup onto my leg.
I yelped and jumped up. Sean rushed to steady the waitress, his eyes unconsciously revealing his worry for her.
My dress today was light and thin. Within moments, white steam rose from my thigh, the skin already stinging in a cluster of tiny burning spots.