Jenny Lynne

... there are certain questions that must never be asked. Of anyone. Even oneself.

I take small, shallow breaths, even though my lungs are begging for more air. I feel the heat of Ten__ controlled breaths against my face. As we stand there, it feels as if an electric charge is growing between us, so powerful that it would shock us if we moved even a millimeter closer together. And yet I feel like I want to.