The digital clock in the bedroom mocked her with each hour that passed. She tossed and turned, twisting the sheets into knots around her limbs. What was wrong with her?
Bakit kasi hindi mawala-wala sa isip niya si Brent. One minute he was hot for her and sharing things about himself, the next he was done talking and wanted to sleep.
Was it possible that now he'd got what he wanted, she was out of his system? Surely five years of unrequited s****l tension couldn't just be over in one night.
Shaking her head, she turned over onto her side and huffed. Perhaps her inability to find a real job was slowly driving her insane, making her more sensitive to things that should have meant nothing.
The bedroom suddenly felt too confined, too tight for her to breathe. Charmel swung her legs out o
