I was a courageous woman. Or at least, that's what Tobias told me. But that night I knew I was a courageous woman. That I was brave. Because I had initiated a kiss with my boss after telling him not to come near me. To not touch me.
When people say that women are complex creatures, I wonder why they say that? I was also a complex creature. When I asked him not to hold me, I craved to be touched, to be held by someone who loved me. All these years of being alone, Mr. Atticus' concern seemed different to me. It made me feral.
He stood there frozen, his fingers never once touched me nor did his lips move against mine. The coldness of his lips and his gesture made me shiver in embarrassment. When he didn't respond to me for another half a minute, I pulled away from him. My heart aches for
