The next morning, Kendra sat in her apartment, still worried about the thoughts of Philip and how he had stormed out of the bar last night. That wasn't really the most bothering thing, though; it was the look on his face.
The anger, the hurt, the betrayal. She did move on, didn't she? Why does it feel so much like she did something wrong?
She huffed loudly, running her hand through her hair as she stared out the window. The city bubbled with life outside, while inside her flat, all was quiet - too quiet.
Last night with James had been great; one couldn't deny the chemistry between them.
But at the height of passion, Kendra couldn’t get her mind off Philip - he was a memory she had convinced herself she was done with; seeing him with Kasey had stirred feelings she wasn't ready to face.
