For Tonight

Head slanted downward, she rubbed the back of her neck, her steps slowing at sight of the rumpled bed. How had she gotten in this deep so quickly? One night was now two, and if he came to the door tomorrow, it'd be three. She was addicted, to the rush, to him … which didn't make it right. In fact, saying no when everything in her wanted to say yes proved harder and harder to do.  The biggest seria...