TAMMY
I sit on the edge of my couch, drumming my fingers on the cushions as an absurd amount of anxiety continues to boil up inside me. Saxon said he was coming over, but he’s already ten minutes late, and every second that ticks by feels like an eternity. I haven’t even heard his bike pull up outside, but it’s like I can still somehow feel his presence…watching, listening.
I want him here desperately, just like I’ve wanted him ever since the first time he walked into Jayne’s and set his fierce eyes on me. He made me feel like I was the only woman in the world. But now that it’s my day off, and I’m alone with my thoughts, the doubts have started to creep in.
The way Roxy looked at me. Told me I would never fit into his world.
Visions of my father. The way he used to slap me, hit me.
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