Whitefish River Spring Fever

"I just thought that seeing it again might help. But I have always known I wouldn't find them. The good memories are enough." Her weak smile remained. She took in a breath, unsure not of him, but of herself. Tentatively, she stepped an inch closer. Allowed his touch to linger on the fine hairs of her neck.

"I honestly don't know what I want..." She admitted in a whisper. She wanted to be close. To give in to her instincts. But was it too soon? Did she know him well enough? How deep did his feelings run, if he had them for her at all? She stepped in, pressing herself against the curve of his chest, resting her chin on his shoulder. She sighed, frustratedly at herself. "I'm sorry about all this...that's going on with me. I know you are affected by it too. I feel like I'm being pulled in two different directions..."