It was a Wednesday. I called out sick—not because I was sick, but because I couldn’t think about anything but her. My mind was tangled in the memory of her lips from the night before. I had stayed late at her place, and the drive home had been a blur of want. I replayed each kiss, each laugh, letting myself drift into thoughts of all the things I hadn’t done… but so badly wanted to. The dreams didn’t help either. I woke u...