LUSTING AFTER MY FATHER’s BEST FRIEND.
No matter how crazy my imagination is, it couldn’t, even in its wildest form, have made that up.
And then he went back to his workaholic life, leaving me to wonder if maybe I was losing my mind, and that the chemistry and intensity I felt on the wedding day weren’t there. Perhaps I was too sleep-deprived to think straight.
But no, that can’t be true, because even after, I could taste it. The chemistry, I mean. It’s been thick and large and has been seeping into my lungs with every breath I take. And it’s driving me insane, I see him and I want to jump him all the time.