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.

If ads affect your reading experience, click here to remove ads on this page.