The drive home was a blur, the city lights flashing by like a kaleidoscope of memories. Every red light felt like a pause button, forcing me to replay the night's events.
Did I really go too far? Was she just having a bad day? Her tiny frame had been a storm cloud of anger. It was like a puzzle I couldn't solve, short people and anger issues.
My compound felt like a haven, the familiar scent of my penthouse.
What was this woman doing to me? I never apologized, never admitted fault,But with her, it was different.
I felt a pang of guilt, a desire to make things right. I wanted to protect her, keep her safe, make her happy. But how could I do that when every word out of my mouth seemed to upset her?
Maybe I should just shut up? I was never much of a talker anyway. But why h
