I don’t know how long I sit at the gate, staring blindly at the door through which she disappeared. All my life, I’ve set goals and achieved them, refusing to accept failure as an option. I’ve gone after what I want with determination and ruthlessness, and it’s always yielded results.
Except with Emma.
I’ve fought for her like I have for no other woman, and nothing.
I’ve offered her everything, and she’s thrown it back in my face.
The pain of the rejection is breathtaking, like someone ripped out my lungs. When she told me to leave after the broken door incident, I’d barely known her, and all I’d been after was s*x. It had still smarted, being sent away after those scorching hot kisses, but it had been nothing compared to the devastation I feel now.
I’d been so certain she’d accept my
