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31 | Pardon the Interruption ETHAN

It’s like whiplash.

One minute, she’s pressed up against me, her tongue finally down my throat, the next she’s searching out the lantern and trudging up the beach like nothing happened.

Like we’re acquaintances. Like we didn’t just have a night for the books.

I’m trying to keep up, but Sasha’s head is like a rickety roller-coaster ride—crazy fun but also has me praying for solid ground. Hoping that I make it out alive.

She obviously freaked out. So I’ll just keep retreating. Keep giving her space.

I’m not going to try to convince her. She’s got to want this.

In the meantime, I am tossing and turning. There is no comfortable position, no way to close my eyes and see anything but her.

I’m doomed anyway. Work starts early tomorrow. It’s a pivotal day. And I drank too much. I can already feel throbbing in my head.

I should get some sleep. But all I can think about is the small groan that escaped her lips when the kiss got real. I think about it till dawn.

TO-DO

Keep your eye on the prize. Mind on work.

See which way the wind blows.