Kiss me
But no, nothing.
I didn’t want to be overwhelmed by this anxiety; I knew I had to stay calm. Yet the idea that she might be busy, that she wasn’t even thinking of me, gave me a strange sense of panic. Why was it so difficult to take a few minutes to respond? Why this distance? I wasn’t a jealous person, normally. I wasn’t even possessive. But something completely irrational was happening inside me. Jealousy. An absurd jealousy, devouring me from within for no reason.