I placed the kettle back on to the base and reached for the milk. As I stirred the tea my mind remained elsewhere. Still thinking back to the club that Saturday night, now nearly a week ago. I had barely been thinking of anything else since then. It was both curious and highly unusual and irritating.
I've never thought about a guy like this, not even in my overly hormonal teenage years. This isn't me. I don't go all mushy over a random chance meeting with a hot guy. But even as I thought it I realised that's exactly what's been happening.
Flashes of how I've spent every night since then raced through my head, nights in that club just hoping to catch a glimpse of him again. It's normal for me to venture into the club almost every day. Not always to get drunk and let loose, sometimes it'
