Undone

He was already halfway into the room, standing awkwardly, looking at my bed like it was laced with dynamite.

“I told you,” I whispered. “You won’t stay long.”

He turned to look at me, and the second our eyes met, I felt it. That magnetic pull again. The one that made it hard to breathe. The one that made my fingers twitch with the need to touch something.

To touch him.

I walked past him toward