Part 2- The Awakening
Troy
“Oh my god, I’m so sorry.” Ashleighs' blush creeps up her chest rising to her cheeks before darting out of the room.
F*ck.
I shouldn’t be aroused. But I watched as Ashleigh’s pupils blew wide out. She runs off, slams her door upstairs, the scent of her arousal trailing behind. I’m at a loss for how to handle this.
We have an undeniable and intense chemistry. Something that transcends time, the bond we lost, and even her memories. Our bodies react to each other, we are drawn to each other. I know she feels it but we are at a standstill. I am paralyzed to act on my urges, my desire to reconnect. I struggle to be close to her, to talk to her. I need to keep my hands to myself and I find it impossible in her presence. I need to keep the distance, to do what is b
