Laurel Dunaway
Journal Entry
James went low again last night. Thankfully, he seemed fine this morning. He was up and out the door, headed for the office before dawn.
If only I could summon the energy to follow suit. If only I didn’t have to. If only I could stay here in this bed and bask in the memory of what happened at the Belmond. I’ve been thinking about that a lot—about the difference between wanting and giving in. Turns out, there’s not much. I know because that is exactly what I did. I gave in.
The best part?
I don’t even feel bad about it. Not that it would be of any use. It was a one-off. It won’t happen again.
But, my God, was it exactly what I needed.
Although, I shouldn’t write about that now.
Maybe not ever. It’s dangerous. If someone were to find this journal…well, it
