Frustration coiled inside Sam. And anger. And absolute shame.
“I’m sorry,” he said after he’d pulled into Bonnie’s driveway. She didn’t respond as she slid across the seat and got out of the truck. She slammed the door behind her and strode toward her front door with a steady step and strong shoulders.
“You’re an i***t,” he told himself as he watched her disappear inside her house. He had no right to treat her like this. String her along. Ignore her. Disappear for months. Ask her out again. Kiss her when he came to pick her up.
Seriously, what was that? he wondered as he backed out of her driveway for the second time in twenty minutes. He hadn’t been thinking, just doing what came to mind. He wanted to taste Bonnie, so he had. Wanted to hold her hand.
Seriously, what was that?I want to
