JoAnna is in the shower... she is taking much longer than usual. Jeff's image is in front of her eyes, feeling of his kiss, sound of his voice, sight of his smile. She is trying to wash it all away so that she can be herself again. But it's not working. It seems that last two days changed JoAnna and what it means to be herself. His presence invaded every cell of her body, and he is undeniably integrated with her existence. She told herself many times not to fall for him; that she should keep her distance, fortify her heart and not let him in. But it was too late. He was already in. Jeff has a permanent residence in her heart, and the only thing that is keeping her from falling completely into an endless abyss is a small spec of her mind which is still holding onto its reasoning.
She got out of the bathroom, in her two-piece pajamas while rubbing her hair with a towel. She stopped in her tracks. 'Why is he here? In my room? Sitting on my bed?'
