Midnight Cravings

Previously

…The stranger, whoever he was, had stirred something within her, a dormant passion that had been slumbering for too long. It was a dangerous feeling, a deviation from the safe, predictable path she had so carefully laid out for herself. And as the city lights twinkled outside her window, Anya felt a profound sense of apprehension, mixed with a thrilling, almost terrifying, sense of possibility. The grey of Tuesday had suddenly been infused with a vibrant, unknown color, and she wasn't sure if she was ready to embrace it. But for the first time, the thought of embracing it, of stepping into the unknown, felt less like a terrifying leap and more like a long-awaited homecoming.