Moira drove home in a haze of pleasure and frustration. Jimmy’s kiss had been heady and wonderful and strangely soothing. But also frustrating because he kept pulling back from her. It was a bizarre dance. He’d initiate and pull away. She’d step forward and he’d retreat further.
He hadn’t shot down the idea of them going on a date, though. Not that she’d given him much chance. By the time she parked in front of her apartment, she felt the sugar crash. Maybe a brownie for breakfast on top of all the caffeine hadn’t been the best idea. Still the best brownie, but now her system was shutting down in need of rest.
She climbed the stairs to her apartment and went straight to bed. Falling asleep proved difficult because her brain was preoccupied with imagining possibilities with Jimmy for the
