It caused too much anxiety. Every time they were together, she fell for him more. His touch seemed to alter her insides. This had to stop. When she was finally able to go back home, the separation anxiety would be bad. Charlotte would bug her, but Ellie had to stay strong. When they entered his house, she faced him. “Dinner was wonderful. Thank you, but I’m tired. I’m going to shower then hit the hay.” “Sure.” He stepped into the kitchen and opened the fridge. Hmm. That was a bit odd. Usually, he made up some excuse as to why he needed to take off her clothes and ravish her. Perhaps he, too, had realized that no good could come of it. In the past, he used to seek out his alone time. Maybe he was trying to figure out what came next. Once in the bedroom, she undressed and placed her clothes back in her suitcase. If she had to stay another week, she’d need a few more things. She’d only brought one top that she wouldn’t mind getting paint on. Perhaps she could ask Sharon to take her clothes shopping during their lunch hour tomorrow.
