"I must be going crazy. This isn't right." I shook my head vigorously, trying to dislodge the confusing feelings travelling through my body and mind. It was disorienting. It was deeply uncomfortable to mix the two of them up in my head. Which is exactly why I need to forget about it.
It's only because she looks like him. That has to be it. Otherwise...
"This is already weird, Sir..."
"It's best I don't think about it." I said the words firmly, but my hand seemed to have a memory of its own, lingering on the sensation of the firm, slender grip I'd had on her waist.
***
I couldn't stop thinking about it.
I can't believe I actually agreed to go through with it. Where did my 'let's avoid him and not get involved' mantra go? I told him I would help him if it wouldn't get me into any trouble, but doing this is troublesome in and of itself!
