This whole thing was starting to be too much. My attraction to him was rising by leaps and bounds, which was a little strange except for the fact that it didn't seem strange any longer. I simply desired him, and that desire was perfectly OK with me. In my thoughts, I ran all the silly calculations about why it was a terrible idea and how it could never work out. Because of this, I would probably wind up with a shattered heart and give up on men for good (just like I had done in the past), which would put me in an even more difficult situation.
But wouldn't it be well worth it in the end? I was so sick of just coasting through life without taking any risks. Obviously, if I had taken a few more precautions, I would not be in the mess that I was in, but I did not do that.
I let out a sigh a
