There was a sharp smell of antiseptic in the air as Paula sat on the hospital bed, her heart racing.
She stared at the doctor as he gently examined her ankle, his fingers probing the swollen skin with care.
Paula's mind, however, wasn't focused on her injury. Instead, it kept drifting back to the car ride, to Len's sudden confession, and to the kiss that followed.
She couldn't believe how easily she had given in. After all these years, after everything that had happened between them, how could she still be so weak?
As her fingers brushed her lips, a wave of irritation surged through her. They had kissed—twice—despite the complicated mess of unresolved issues between them.
"Miss?" She was startled back to reality by the doctor's voice as it broke through her thoughts. "Your ankle should heal in a few days. Just make sure not to stress it too much."
