I felt sick to my stomach; the events of a week ago have clearly not been flushed out of my system. Instead, I couldn’t stop thinking about it; I couldn’t stop thinking about Harlan.
The way he kissed me made me feel whole. The way he looked at me was like he needed my touch to exist, needed to breathe me in. The way he f****d me like he needed to satiate his soul, everything that had numbed in me in the last year, resurrected instantly.
I was still irrevocably in love with him.
I bit my lip when the memory of him choosing to run after Sophia, his girlfriend, came to mind. Everything he had told me was a lie, everything he said to me that almost made me walk back into dinner and tell Max it was over.
It was all in my head because when the real woman in his life showed up, he ran after
