I got dressed and sat staring out the window. Dejection was not a new feeling, but guilt and self-doubt gnawed at the corners of my confidence. You knew this was a mistake. You never should have gotten involved with her. You’re an assistant and you’ll never be any more than that. But why was she so angry?
Tears stung my eyes, and I pulled my knees up and wrapped my arms around them. I began to rock back and forth as I allowed the hurt to invade. I should have known. It was far too soon to think of attraction as anything more than a summer romance. Besides, it could hardly be considered a romance after only two encounters. Not even, really. One and a half. My chest hurt when I thought about the tenderness that we had shared the first time. I knew it wasn’t my imagination. Nicole told me sh
