Guilt sat heavy in my gut. Everything that had happened to her tonight was my fault. Why hadn’t I gone after her the moment I’d seen her and Toby sneak away? I’d been so worried about scaring her again. Chasing after her down a darkened street while she ran away from me was almost as appealing as squeezing her throat, so I hadn’t let myself do it. I’d thought I could be trusted, thought now I was older and had found a woman I didn’t just want to fuck, but to hold and get to know, maybe those sick desires inside me would go away.
