Alicia

I should be concentrating. I should be doing last minute hand over. Heck, I should even be packing up and getting ready to leave this place as it's my last day at Harry's cargo before school starts. Instead, I can't move a muscle even if I want to. My mind is on a hiatus.

Not on-the-beach-sipping-kolada kind of hiatus. It's the spaced-out kind, the type that could get me fired out of this place forever if I don't snap out of it.

Except . . . I can't.

I can't stop thinking about Ash and his hands which had been all over me, touching me, taking me to the...