She crossed her arms, rubbing them lightly. She'd done the right thing in telling Ethan to go. At least now she didn't have to worry about betraying him. But what would she have done if Flinch wasn't a problem? What if there'd been only Ethan and her and an endless eternity to share together?
Outside, a young couple strolled hand in hand across the road. She didn't have their courage. It was simple fact. Flinch only gave her a more believable excuse to push Ethan away.
She turned from the window and walked across the room. Maybe she needed to work. Maybe if she buried herself in mundane office tasks, she wouldn't have to think about Ethan or Flinch or long years of loneliness left ahead.
She walked into the bedroom to collect her coat and keys, and brushed past the bed. Memories rose to haunt her—being in Ethan's arms, his bed, his throaty laughter as she'd whisked his pants away, the fire of their minds, touching and loving.
