THEODORE
I was losing my mind; there was no other explanation for why I, Theodore Linden-Hawthorne, was putting myself through this.
The need to have this woman wasn't letting me rationalize. What happened over lunch was a perfect example of that.
If anyone else spoke to me the way she had, I would've fired them on the spot. Especially someone like her, who was playing games with me and turning me into a f*****g wishy-washy f**k.
Every time I told myself that I'd pull away from her, I found myself wanting her even more.
It was an endless game. An endless battle with myself.
It frustrated me, yet kept me intrigued.
Since arriving at the Airbnb, I'd had no rest. The thought of her upstairs, not too far away from me, lying on a bed, made me think of shameful things.
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