39. Millie
CHAPTER 39
Millie
CADEN
Phone’s going to die.
Won’t be back tonight, something’s come up.
Explain later.
Hot tears prick at my throat as I read the text over and over.
I know this story too well. I’ve never known a man to continue to want me after he’s known my body. I just naively never thought it’d be like this with Caden.
I waited for hours, thinking he’d eventually come back. Slowly falling into embarrassment, my hopefulness was replaced with the realization that I’d fooled myself into thinking that Caden could actually want me as much as I want him.
Stupid, stupid Millie.
I pull the armchair up towards the window, angling it away from the kitchen just in case anyone does happen to come in here this late. I don’t want to have to explain that I’m sad over somebody who never really wanted me in the first place.
For a reasonably smart girl, I sure do let all of my brains go the minute my heart gets involved.
I pull a blanket up over my chin, hoping I’ll fall into sleep to let the hours wash away into nothingness. Instead, I feel my lip tremble as full tears spill out of my eyes and roll down my cheeks.
I think about his hands moving over me, the feel of his fingers on my skin. I made the mistake of taking that for tenderness, when all it was momentary lust.
I wanted him to be different.
I read the texts again, cringing at the telltale shift in tone, the short sentences, the casual pull back that I’m so used to.
I’m always good enough to be the girl they fuck around with, but I’m never the one they want to stay, the one they want to come back to.
And I wanted him to come back to me.