The weekend passed by in a blur. I spent Saturday night at Ash’s place, and we didn’t get out of bed on Sunday until almost lunch time, even though we woke with the sunrise. Apparently, spending three nights in a row wrapped in Ash’s arms was enough to make me feel like I belonged there, because Sunday night, alone in my own bed, I tossed and turned all night, getting little to no sleep.
Monday morning came way too early.
I dragged myself into the office, eager to see Ash again, and wondered briefly if it was healthy to be this hung up on a guy. Shrugging it off as new relationship excitement, I decided to just go with it and let myself feel the emotions. He’d get tired of me soon enough, and then I’d be forced to deal with those emotions, too. The thought makes my heart ache, but I pu
