The feeling of longing clung onto me. His breathing and his heart beat were all I could hear. The gentle way he held onto me, without touching me was overwhelming, but then, he just let go. The moment he walked away, I felt the warmth escape my grasp and I was left with an empty ache. Even with the stove ablaze in front of me, the cold I felt was indescribable.
How could he have this raw physical effect on me?
I badly wanted to run back and attach myself to him, permanently if possible. This attraction to him was purely physical, but I was taking it to a whole new level. This has got to stop Rachel. But I'm not hurting anyone my brain screamed. Frustrated, I let out a sigh and went back to cooking and finished it off by serving it on 2 plates.
My tired mental state decided that it
