Valentine's Day.

A day set aside for logical people to make stupid decisions they can later blame on being caught up in the spirit of the season. You know, the 'everyone else is doing it' kind of mentality.

At least, that's what I'm claiming. That has to be the reason, right? What other explanation would there be for my reckless behavior that night? Why would I forget everything and indulge in my desires to have his hands all over me?

No matter how much my mind and body are at war with one another, I have a feeling there's no escaping Micah.