Roland couldn't believe it. He watched as Tiffany disappeared.
He had not just been rejected but had been humiliated.
She had s*x with him and what? It meant nothing to her? She could have done the same with anyone?
He dug his fingers into his thick hair and sighed. Why was Tiffany playing with his heart?
He was sure she felt something for him. He felt it and was sure more than he had ever been about anything. She wanted him as much as he did. And he loved her with all the perfections of her that she kept seeing as imperfections. Why did she keep pushing him away?
Monday came slower than every other Monday. Roland was sullen the rest of the weekend with thoughts of Tiffany never leaving his mind. But most importantly her harsh words.
When Monday finally came after a tiring long wa
