And if I’m being honest…
Because I’ll be damned if I’m not as attracted to her now as I was back then.
I’ve been marinating in my own fury for the last six weeks. For six weeks, it was easy to see her onthat video feed and hate her guts on sight.
It was easy to believe that, when the time came to face her again in person, I’d continue hating her.
That I wouldn’t want her in the same way I once did.
That I wouldn’t care about her in the same way I once did.
And yet, here I am.
In the same. f*****g. Way.
“‘No’?” she repeats, staring at me with her too-blue eyes. “That’s it? You’re just writing me offwithout hearing my side of things?”
“Let me make one thing clear,” I tell her. “If anyone else had done this, they’d be dead.”
Her hands tremble. I hate myself for that.
