CATALINA
I spent the night sitting upright on my bed. I couldn't sleep, mostly because I just woke up not too long ago….not because of Miguel.
He had the right to do whatever he pleased with his body, I couldn't care less…right?
I promised myself that I wouldn't let Miguel hurt me, he was clearly doing this on purpose….to prove to me that I had no hold over him.
I would only be letting him win if I let this bother me.
But the truth was, it did bother me.
I kept replaying everything that happened the other night in my head…from the way his hands touched me like I was the only woman in the world…to the way he whispered my name with so much desperation. It felt so real…I wished it was real.
Now I was here…hours later, pacing my room like a fool while another woman was in his.
I groane
