He had taken me home soon after we had gotten up and dressed. I wanted to stay and watch and maybe have another drink, but he was adamant about leaving and getting back to work.
I couldn’t help but feel worried as he told Charles to drop him off first. Had he wanted to get away from me so bad that he couldn’t even wait until I was dropped off?
He kissed my lips once and then got out and shut the door. He didn’t even spare a glance back at the car as he walked back into the building. Was that kiss the last we would share? Was it a courtesy kiss? A pity kiss? A ‘Sorry I made you fall in love with me but we can't continue this’ kiss?
“Your apartment, Ms. Carlyle?”
I rubbed my face as I leaned my elbows on my knees, “Yes, Charles. Thank you.”
The car was silent for a moment as I felt him
