She regretted that he knew her secrets. But it felt good to write him things she would disclose to no one else. She was attracted to him, yes, but also repulsed by him. Two magnets is what we are, she thought. She was sleepy and didn’t trust him, didn’t even like him, in fact, and thought she should stop typing. Yet here she was, driven more by bored inertia than excited energy, more even than her need for sleep. Okay, what do you want to know? Read more at Rue Scribe
Author Mark Miller 