”“You’re probably right,” I shrugged. “So what’s your idea?”“Maybe we should have a short break from each other when we get home,” h...r hand was still squeezing mine. “Just temporarily. Let me get a few things out of my system. Then, when I’m ready. We’ll get back together and we’ll get engaged. I promise.”“I can’t do that,” I replied sadly. “When I tell everyone you said no, they’ll laugh at me. Not to my face, but they will. It’ll just make me feel shit.”“I see,” Alexandria slumped forward,. ”“David.”“David, it is hard for me to use your name. I will try.”“Can you cook? Clean? Do laundry?”“Yes ... David.”“It’s getting late. I’m going to shower and go to bed. I want you to make a sandwich or something, drink as much as you want. You do not need permission to go to the toilet, we’ll discuss that sort of thing another time. You need to have a bath. There is tea-tree oil in the bathroom, and arnica gel. Use them.”He went off and I went to the kitchen, where I made a sandwich and got a. Being anywhere near him was a distraction that she could afford to be immersed in and taking that risk was something she didn’t want to take, but not being near him seemed to be just as distracting. If she wanted to focus on her work ever again she would have to sate her hunger for his touch for the sake of her job. This reasoning was spotty, but it was enough to bring her to her resolve. “I need you to do it again,” she said firmly. “Touch me again so I can stop thinking about you.” He. “Hey, coach is calling for you. Jesus wake up Dylan.” I shook my head, looked over and saw coach yelling for me. I grab my helmet, get the play, and run in. After making my block for the running back, and getting pulled off the field, I put the helmet down at my spot on the bench, and look up. She is gone, and after looking around wonder if I was just dreaming. Her eyes were so dark around her pale skin, slight freckles, and long red hair. I was wishing the weather was warmer, her outfit didn’t.