There’s nothing worse than being lectured by a complete jerk and knowing, on some level, that he might be right. Kyle’s words ring in my ears as I stomp around the bedroom—his bedroom, the one he offered me so easily—peeling off my sodden layers one by one and flinging them down with a splat.
A tourist, he called me.
Just a tourist.
Awesome! Guess I know now what the bar boss really thinks of me. I’ve been wondering for weeks, hoping so desperately that he sees me as someone important to him, maybe someone he’d want to keep, but instead Kyle has declared me completely temporary.
My heart gives a painful throb.
Maybe if I stay angry, I’ll never have to feel the knee-shaking force of how much that hurts me. Maybe if I cultivate this bitterness, Kyle will never realize that I’ve been pin
