It felt weird being back at work today.
Nothing about the day was particularly different than any other day in the store.
It wasn’t too busy, just a normal day—if you don’t count the guy who lurked in the corner keeping an eye on me.
So why was it weird? It was weird because I missed Enzo. I freaking missed the guy who stalked me and I’m currently playing house with.
Last night after he, oh so chivalrously dropped me off at my bedroom door with a kiss to the cheek, I found myself wanting more from him. I found myself wanting him to just drop the bullshit friendship act we have going on and just go for it. I found myself wanting him to kiss me for real, and do much, much, much more than that to me.
It’s been playing on my mind all day, weighing the pros and cons—and I’ve come up with one defining point.
I don’t just want him, I need him.
God, sometimes I feel like I need him more than I need air.
I need more of what happened on the coffee table. I need to know what he feels like above me, what he tastes like, how it feels to be skin to skin with him.
So—after going back and forth all day—I’ve made a decision. I’ve decided that I need to stop worrying about what I should do, and just do what I want to do.
Which is him.
