With our moments forced apart, I had only my memories to remind me of his touch. Due to the increase of security on the grounds and the suspicion on the boy's boarding school, it was incredibly difficult to do anything but follow the rules. This was hard for me, a girl used to breaking them. I would have broken a million, even broken laws just to feel his touch again. But this would be difficult as there seemed to be nothing but obstacles in our way. We now had to get more creative with our meetings, doing so while knowing that the cover of darkness was now just as futile as the daylight, if not more so. We had tried several times to find a moment shared private, but each time, we found block against block. With Thanksgiving break seemingly never arriving, both of us dripped with desperati
