Kenna
After Nicholas left, I sat on my couch for a while and tried to calm my overwrought nerves. He took it just as I’d hoped he would; quickly and decisively. A tiny, little bit of hurt tried to knock on the door of my heart, but I kicked it out. Just because he agreed and then basically ran out of my house like a tick on fire didn’t mean anything, right? It just said that he saw the truth—that we could hurt a whole bunch of people, all for a few rounds of meaningless s*x. I sip on my tea and force myself to forget how sweet he was as he wrapped me in a blanket and rubbed warmth back into my feet. There was no point in remembering the flex and pull of his wide shoulders as he bullied me onto the couch. Nope, no point at all. I take a few deep breaths and then hunt around for my cell pho
