38 BEN
BEN
You idiot wanker mother fucking tool bag tosser and a half.
I stare at my open bedroom door.
I knew it. I knew we shouldn’t cross the line.
I knew we shouldn’t have sex. Told myself it was her protecting herself when all the while it should have been me protecting myself. I knew it would change everything. Change me.
But…
I love you?
I LOVE YOU?! You stupid sorry sod! Wanker! Moron!
I find my boxers and slip them on, fighting the unbearably strong urge to follow after her.
Of course she bolted, just like I knew she would.
Somewhere deep in my mind I think I even knew it would pain me to see her flee.
I just didn’t expect it to hurt this much.
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