Tess put the phone down and a thousand thoughts raced through her mind. What was she doing? What was the meaning of all this? Why did her heart pumped into her chest, like feeling trapped. Where was this need to have Con close to her, living under the same roof coming from. s****l attraction? Can’t be that, Tess was never a s****l person, desiring someone with the passion you see in movies was never her thing. She found s*x pleasant, necessary even, but never driven by passion. So it couldn’t be that, or not just that. She didn’t feel a driven passion to rip Con’s clothes off, but she did find him charming. She did want him close by, way too close maybe.
She leaned on the back of her chair. Was she overthinking this or maybe she didn’t think this through? Either way, she felt good being a
