Chapter 68
He left feeling like the worst sort of asshole. Somehow during the duration of the evening his plan had been turned on its head, and he felt the familiar ache in his chest that meant he'd f****d up. Again. No matter how many times he'd warned himself, nor how he'd planned to keep some emotional distance from her, she'd still wriggled her way into his heart. She always had. She was right – she hadn't changed. But he had. He didn't even deserve her anymore.
He stopped at the end of her stairs, slumping onto the third step from the bottom, holding his head in his hands. With a surge of anger, he drew out and punched the wall with his already injured knuckles. There was a meaty thud and his knuckles reopened, soaking the bandage through. In a detached sort of way, he wat
