As much as I had desperately wanted to get back to my room earlier, now, I was equally terrified. I didn't know what that bastard Steve had said to Becca, but every word they exchanged during their conversation seemed to stoke the flames of anger in her eyes, directed at me. She might not have been aware of it, but when she left me to talk to Steve, she didn't just leave alone; she took my thoughts, focus, interest, and even my very sense of self with her. Even though I was trying to appear nonchalant, I couldn't help but sneak glances every couple of seconds. It's incredibly tough to watch the woman you love smile at another man. It’s so hard to see your woman smiling at another man, but damn, I deserve it. Even though Beatrice did it without my consent, I still hurt Becca when she kissed
