Regina
I couldn’t believe what was happening to me. It was like my body was double-crossing me. I’d spent five years getting over my ex-husband, and suddenly I was craving him like a hot-fudge brownie sundae. I could not get him off my mind, nor could I stop the scenes from playing in my head, both the memories, and brand new imaginary scenarios.
Back in my small apartment, I kicked the door closed and threw my keys on the counter.
“I just need to distract myself,” I said out loud, as I toed off my boots and headed for my desk in the corner. I had the new manuscript by Robyn Drake-Williams sitting on my desk. I had started delving into it at the office, and it was superb. All I needed was a pint of ice cream and a good book, and I’d forget all about the needy ache between my legs
