But words couldn’t fix this. Nothing Cal could say would lessen the sting of the wound he’d carved into me after I gave him something precious, something I never intended to share with anyone, and he threw me out like a piece of trash. He fired me while I was still coming down from the most potent bliss I’d ever felt, my jeans unbuttoned, my heart in his hands, his release slow-drying on my skin. The timing of it was unbearable. Unfixable.
Yeah what a freaking ass
