Chapter Nine
Gracen
SEVEN HOURS LATERJust as it had two weeks before, guilt prompted me to visit Bella the morning after watching another movie with Yellow.
And going to bed thinking about Yellow.
Then waking up still thinking about Yellow.
Something was obviously wrong with me. Such minor encounters with one woman should not consume so many of my thoughts. But whenever I found myself in the same room as her, she seemed to be the only thing I could concentrate on, and I always went away embroiled in daydreams of seeing her again, even as I told myself what an i***t I’d been for spending any time with her in the first place.
Yellow might’ve said we hadn’t done anything wrong or inappropriate, but oh, we had. About fifty different times, twenty different ways, and all in my head.
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