This was so typical of Matt. Every time we had a great moment, he had to ruin it, either with talks of his father, or now this, with my father. Some sort of reminder that I was a secret and would never be more than that. I thought we had finally crossed a line last night.
Hadn't I proven that I care about him yet? I angrily scrubbed down, annoyed at the soreness in my muscles. We had a beautiful night, and now it was all over.
And for what? Accusations and nonsense. Why did he feel the need to bring everyone else down with us? I had to think that it was enough that the two of us were trapped in secrets and lies, but now he thinks everyone else is too? My father was nothing like his.
By the time I got out of the shower, I was more annoyed than ever. I really thought that sleeping with M
