I don’t trust the way he’s treating me tonight, the way he’s been looking at me since the second I walked out of my room wearing the outfit I put on for him. It felt real, but I know it’s not. I know I’m deliberately setting myself up for more heartache, but I’m too far gone to stop him. All I can think about right now is taking every scrap he’s willing to give me. I’ll deal with everything else later.
