Chapter Sixteen
Russell
A full week passed where Paisley and I did a dance of calculated avoidance. While I couldn't say for sure it was calculated on her part, it certainly was on mine. The most interaction we had was at work, and every encounter, no matter how brief, had a thread of fiery tension running through it. I didn't even know what to do with how good it had been with her. It was honestly the single best night I’d ever had.
It burned like a flare in the sky. The recollection of sensations flamed hot every time I saw her. It took an effort to keep my focus on work. I managed, somehow, to avoid being alone with her at the house. I was a busy guy. I'd always been a busy guy, so I found one convenient excuse after another to be occupied.
It rankled that we shared the same work sc
