Leah
She leaned against the door frame watching the man ride away on his quad, feeling like he was taking a part of her with him. Why did it feel like she knew him much longer than she did? She had never felt like this before so soon after meeting someone; it confused her that she felt so drawn to him with such intensity.
She would never have guessed that she would feel so comfortable around him after that morning he had glared at her in the diner, despite the high s****l tension she had become aware of between them. And when he had kissed her forehead, surprising her with the tenderness and familiarity of the action; it had felt right. It had felt like something he should be doing with her every day.
Now her house just felt empty; like a cavernous hole with nothing to look forward to.
