KATIE.
It had been three months since the attack, and little by little, life was starting to feel normal again.
When I finally returned to work, the girls welcomed me back with open arms. They had been incredibly understanding throughout everything, and being around them felt comforting.
Of course, I had to tell them about my first kiss with John. They were ecstatic for me.
Things with John were moving in the right direction, too. We spent a lot of time together throughout the week, and on the weekends, we'd usually go on a date or two.
Our chemistry was unlike anything I'd ever experienced. We could spend hours talking and laughing, but somehow, we always ended up in the same place—wrapped up in each other, caught in heated make-out sessions that left us both wanting more.
But we ha
