Images of Rhys’ face, the day before yesterday when she’d told him to leave slid into her mind. She couldn’t stand to remember the way he’d looked, the hurt, the betrayal. Knowing that she’d been able to wound him so badly, that she had scarred him that deep was the most achingly horrible thing of all. That she had not only made another human being feel that way, but she’d done it intentionally to the man she loved. What a way to love someone.
Come here, do all these nice things for me, make me feel special, honoured, as though I’m actually someone instead of someone else’s twenty-one–year-old mistake. Cherish me. Treat me as no other has ever done before. Help me. Educate me. Make me a better person and I’ll show you just how much I appreciate your efforts by throwing it all back in your
