As the internship continues on, I find myself to be more invested than I ever thought or wanted to be. But, no matter how many times I tried to talk myself out of it, I always seemed to crave attention from him. He made me feel smart. And pretty. And worthy. One day after hours he called me into his office to help him carry some boxes downstairs as he made his way out for the weekend. One touch after another and my clothes were strewn across the floor. I knew it was wrong but I don't think I really wanted it to be. I picked up my things and made my way downstairs, no boxes in sight. As my internship came to a close I never again found myself in that situation, but I don't think I will ever feel certain about what happened that evening.