Light Me Up. Isabel Sharpe

He nodded, stuffed his hands into his back pockets. “No problem.”

      Bonnie moved toward the door, sick to death of conversations over, under and around any solution to their stalemate. The past several months had brought back too many feelings and with them the problems she’d hoped were finally dead, or at least in permanent hibernation.

      What a joke to have thought she could bear living so close to him, seeing him so often, being in these intimate situations time and time again.

      If only the rest of her life were going well, and she didn’t feel this undercurrent of neediness and fear that being with Seth did so much to dispel. She had to stop looking to him for answers to problems only she could solve.

      “Take care.” She managed a bright smile at his door and gave him a brief hug, pulling away when his arms tried to hold her longer. She was proud of herself for leaving, keeping her feelings hidden, not showing him how close she’d been to teetering over the edge once more.

      If only she hadn’t said that same thing to herself so many, many times before….