It started to rain just as I got into my car. I felt hot, burning. I cranked the window open a little, letting the night air cool me down. The lights from the oncoming traffic blinded me as I put my signal on.
I was happy the drive to his cabin would cool me off. Not a chance.
The adrenaline rush and the anger making me blind to everything but confronting, asking him why he didn't hand the tickets to me, who the heels belonged to? Is it a new girl? This is stupid.
My breathing quickened as I spotted his cabin, as I pulled up by a corner.
I sat in my car for a moment, trying to convince myself to let it go.
He can sleep with whoever he wants to, Charlotte or Emily, whoever. Forget about him and move on.
My relationship was from a weird friendship to a night of him being my boyfriend,
