Breaking Through Later that night, back in my room, I was seized by an overwhelming longing that would not let me rest. I paced my enclosure, running my hands up over my face, sticking them in my hair, pulling until it hurt, all nerves pulsing, body damp in the humidity. That house . . . his house by the sea . . . it was the only thing besides my work that was real to me. This house, this room, meant nothing; tonight it was a jail. God, why did I act like such a fool today? I remembered the desire in Ross’ eyes; why didn’t I respond? But there was also something sunk deep there, holding him back. I thought through everything I knew.
Chapter 23. Breaking Through
Chapter 23. Breaking Through
Chapter 23. Breaking Through
Breaking Through Later that night, back in my room, I was seized by an overwhelming longing that would not let me rest. I paced my enclosure, running my hands up over my face, sticking them in my hair, pulling until it hurt, all nerves pulsing, body damp in the humidity. That house . . . his house by the sea . . . it was the only thing besides my work that was real to me. This house, this room, meant nothing; tonight it was a jail. God, why did I act like such a fool today? I remembered the desire in Ross’ eyes; why didn’t I respond? But there was also something sunk deep there, holding him back. I thought through everything I knew.