I really should just let it go, but . . . hell, I feel fucking bad. And why? Why do I feel bad? Maybe because no matter how hard I try to deny it, I really do have a heart. Even though I like to paint myself as the asshole and ride that persona to the grave, a part of me is trying to break through that tough exterior and make himself known. Fuck. And for some annoying reason, he’s trying to break through when it involves Hattie. Once again, it’s the desperation in her eyes.
