“Sanden or no Sanden, we ended when you walked away.” A smug look crosses his face. “Who’s the one who told you I left?” I eye him. Eman fixes me with a look. “I was gone for twenty minutes tops. I have to give it to him. He’s got screwing me over down to an art form. You lasted longer than most guys. I usually only get a couple of months with them before Sanden turns them against me.” Eman lets go of my hand. “I thought I finally had it.” “Had what?” “An actual shot at happiness.” When Eman’s pale brown eyes flick back my way, they’re shiny with tears. “I miss you so much.”
Oh my goodness
