When I woke up, a throbbing headache greeted me. I reached for my phone on the bedside table, checking the time. There was a solitary text from Alex, and nothing else.
It was a simple message, indicating the time we were leaving the hotel. He must still be wrestling with regrets from the previous night. Perhaps feeling guilty because of his love for Blair.
To be truly honest my feelings for Dorian's didn't weigh on my conscience. I had spent years waiting for him to reciprocate my feelings, witnessing his happiness with Blair while rejecting advances from others.
The regret I felt was more about myself. I was frustrated about letting feelings develop for a man who clearly didn't feel the same. I regretted investing hope in someone entangled in another love affair for the second time,
