chapter 20

Emily

I wake up the next morning, and I still smell him on me.

I want to feel guilty, repent for my sins, but I don’t.

Instead, I feel angry. Angry at this world that taught me I couldn’t have it all.

Angry that he and I can’t be together because of what people may say, because of blurred lines, because supposedly, we can’t mix work and pleasure.

But we did.

We did, and I don’t know how it would turn out in the future, but I don’t know if I’m ready to return to not touching him or feeling his fingers on my skin.

The past three weeks had been agonizing, and I decided - I won’t say anything.

If he decides to broach the topic of last night, I’d let him. But I’m done playing good cop. I can’t hold myself back, nor do I want to.

For now, I want to exist in limbo. Nor here nor there, living in the carnal pleasure of doing what you will, when you will. Or ... he wills.

Last night, I pounced on him.

Now, I’d let him.

I may not talk about what conspired nor remind him of our commitment to boun