This was torture. Pure and simple. And not because of the pain – that was bliss – but because she’d denied me once more. Shut me down. Told me no. I’d laid out my black and wasted heart for her and she’d rejected it. Again. In hindsight, that should have been fucking predictable. But I’d made my choice. I’d told her where I’d be tonight. So she had approximately six more hours to change her mind.
