Chapter Two

After that dinner, the first week passed in an outbreak of sleepless nights. Despite my best efforts, I was unable to avoid reliving the scene in the kitchen, including the manner in which his eyes had been on mine for an excessive amount of time and the slight curve of his lips that seemed more menacing than any smile should have.

I told myself that I was overanalysing it and that perhaps the wine, the dim lighting, or the fact that I was bored enough to begin imagining things that weren't there were the reasons I thought of it all.

However, each time I shut my eyes, I...