Regina
I lay awake for a long time. My mind was like a dog with a bone that it couldn’t stop gnawing on. The hurt-fueled anger that had burned so brightly for an instant had mellowed into disappointment.
So I wasn’t sleeping when there was a soft knock on my door around 2:00am. At first, I thought I had imagined it, but as I stilled my breathing and waited, it came again. I slipped out of bed, and padded to the door. Given that I had almost been run down by a motorcycle, I was extra careful to check the peephole before I released the door.
Jeff stood there, shirtless, in a pair of cotton shorts that hung low on his hips, leaning on one crutch. I couldn't help myself, as my eyes devoured his tanned, muscular body, from his tousled hair and tired face, down over the hard planes of
