I've scared my sweet little neighbor. Made her nervous and awkward around me; made her desperate to avoid my eye. All because for one stupid moment, one weak moment, I let her catch a glimpse of how I feel about her.
Fuck.
Tessa's right. She should be freaked out. I'm twice her age, more than twice her size, and I've got no business lusting after her the way I do. Especially after I've been with her best friend for almost five years, completely neglecting her affection. But it still guts me, still makes me want to bellow like a wounded animal, and I move through the rest of the week in a hurt, horrified daze.
On Wednesday, I stop calling out to her when she arrives home from work. No sense forcing conversation on the poor thing. Sure enough, Tessa enters her cottage in silence.
On Thur
