“Or I’ll show you how filthy a mouth can really be.” Her eyes widened and shined anger under the dim lights of the small room. She stood a half a head shorter than me, and her heels under that dress had to be at least five-inches tall. Yet, she didn’t back down. “You have no idea how filthy I can be nor will you ever get a chance to show me how filthy you are. I want nothing to do with you.” Her comment deflated my anger. “Is that so? Once upon a damn time, you wanted everything to do with me. I was your world, and you were mine.”
