CHAPTER 21
SABRINA
So this is what it feels like...
Regret.
It's surprisingly warm and familiar. Like an old friend, come back to visit.
But tonight, this old friend is particularly brutal. It wraps around my legs, making them heavy as I close Lachlan's guest bedroom door behind me, shutting myself in the dark...
Alone.
I can't quite believe that I did that.
I just told Lachlan I wanted to be friends.
Half of me wants to laugh at the ridiculousness of it all.
The other half wants to cry.
It's unbelievable how much I still want him, despite it all.
It doesn't matter that he's the last person I should want. Or that he sometimes has the manners of a child. Or—incredibly—the finesse of a bull in a china shop when it comes to my feelings.
None of it helps. None of it makes any of t
