Nyssa couldn’t sleep well for a while now. All she could think about was you. You clouded her thoughts and her dreams, and she saw you in every aspect of her daily life. Eventually, she had grown tired of waiting.She was tired of the lingering touches and the eye contact, not to mention the distinct flirting between the two of you. So, she did what she does best in situations involving herself, acting on impulse. She confessed.With a loud rap at your door and her confidence at a ten, she inhaled as the door slowly opened, revealing you.“We need to talk. About what’s going on between us, that is.”