She wasn't. Her stupid dreams are a perfect fit for her. I should have realized that much earlier.
"Enough now." My palm slams on the desk. "It doesn't matter," I admonish myself, pushing the documents away so they can no longer distract me.
With pursed lips, I turn to the screen and place my fingers on the keyboard.
The Many Faces of Skady Blohm, I type as the headline.
It's not perfect, but it will do for the first draft. This article needs to finally be written. Because if I don't do it, I'll never be able to forget Sky.
And that's all I want.
The racing heart, the taste of her lips, the sound of her smile. The tingling sensation just before we touch, the warmth of her presence, and the scent of her skin.
I want to forget all of it before it consumes me.
So I take a deep breath. As I exhale slowly, I gather all my pain and start typing.
