Walking had been a problem, but seeing as I had to take care of Kerry, I’d not allowed myself to dwell.

Walking, talking, pretending everything was fine, I’d gone about my business until I got to this moment.

The memories are all I have left.

Dating isn’t part of my life.

Kerry and now work fill my world.

I’d cut my hair though.

Every chance he got, he’d run his fingers through it, gripping the length tight, driving me wild and making me just fall apart from the pleasure I could have at his fingertips.

Tapping my foot on the floor, I wonder if the stairs will be easier. Whoever...