It was the day Knox was supposed to leave, and I had the strangest feelings roiling around in my mind. As I pulled on my black jeans to get ready quickly, I tried to figure out what had me so uneasy.
I’d never slept with another man before, but I’d had boyfriends. None of them, though, had ever aroused the kinds of feelings in me that Knox did. He pushed me to the edge of my limits in every way. He made me uncomfortable. And yet, I couldn’t help falling in love with him. When he touched me, my heart sang.
I thought that maybe Knox was in love with something else, an idea of me that I couldn’t live up to. Today, meeting with this art collector, I was determined to prove to him that I deserved his love right back.
Of course, I couldn’t prove how responsible I was if I was late waking up.
