Starting something that might resemble a relationship feels freakishly weird. I know I should be more cautious, but I can’t help but smile. I deserve to after all this crap I have been through.
The lost feeling is still there. I can feel it slithering underneath the happiness. But for now, it’s mute. Waiting to erupt again.
“Will I see you tonight?” Josh asks, brushing my wet hair to the side to kiss my neck. “God, why do you have to smell so f*****g good?” He groans before I can answer his first question. His arms wrap tightly around my middle to pull me against his front.
“I used your body wash!”
“Explains it all,” he chuckles and reaches down to pull my skirt up.
“Stop it,” I mutter and smack his hand away, “I can’t be late again. Control yourself!”
“Tonight then?”
