We're, um, dating now. Yeah, I suppose you could say that. So...I know it's wrong. Not morally wrong - not in that sense. I know it's wrong because I'll probably mess it up. I know it's wrong because I'm not sure I'm ready, or if I can handle this. It's just...wrong. But as soon as I tell myself no, then all of a sudden I hear a faint whisper telling me "why not?" It's wrong. I know it is. Or do I? I really don't know what I want, anyway.

Then why for love of Pete does it feel so...right?

It's just a trial until extended weekends, though. We'll see how it goes until then. What can a week and a half hurt, anyway?

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