Trina Dunn:Just look at her reviews! A lot of people feel the way I do!
Theo was an enigma.
The second his eyes were on me, it was like he sawthrough to my soul. Last night, the feeling that I’d had was back, and I wanted more.
Then he broke the connection, and I wasn’t sure where we stood.
So, like a fool, I wanted to put myself right back in front of him to see what he’d do this time.
It also helped me with my goals, or at least that was what I told myself as I walked into the coffee shop for the third time.
Immediately, there was the familiar rush of anxiety at not being home. There was a longer line today, and I tried to keep myself calm as I was near people I didn’t know.
By the time I got to the front, I was barely keeping it together.
“Hey,” I said.
Theo gave me half a glance and that was it. He was back to being cold again, which should have been fine. Kelsey warned me he was like that with everyone.
But he’d been nice last night. And the more he pulled away, the more I wanted to follow.
“Still remember my order?” I asked.
“Black coffee. Unless you want to change it up?”
I shook my head. “Nope. I’m a creature of habit.”
He only nodded. Kelsey got to work making my drink, but she still gave me a wave and a smile.
I racked my brain for something to say to get Theo to look at me again. Then I got onto myself for even worrying about it.
My thoughts grew murky as I pulled out my card and paid. It felt like I was on autopilot as I mulled over everything with Theo.
Maybe that was why it all went wrong.
He handed me the cup and I grabbed it by the lid—a safe distance from his hand. It would’ve been fine if the lid was secured, or if Theo had held onto it for a secondlonger.
The cup dropped and both of us tried to save it.
Instead, our hands brushed.
It was momentary, no more than a second, but that was all it took for me.
For anyone else, this would be nothing. A brush of the hands was normal. Expected, even.
But, for me, it was a nightmare.
The touch shot up my arm like fire. It burned, and every part of me knew I needed to get away.
A yelp escaped me. It was far too loud and far too sudden, but I had no control over it. All I knew was that I needed to getoutof here.
My chest heaved as I blindly made it to the door.
By the time I stumbled up the metal steps, it was too late. It didn’t matter who it was, the feel of their skin on mine brought back the only physical touch I’d ever known.
And none of that was gentle.
The only thing I could do was slam the door shut before all of the memories that I’d spent years repressing came back to me.
