Chapter 73

Tucker

When did I become the kind of guy who sits in a police car outside his ex-girlfriend’s apartment? Especially when we didn’t even put a label on it and it was never meant to be more than a couple of hook-ups.

My conscience blasts me for being the asshole I am. You became that guy when you decided to be a jerk and break it off with her because you couldn't handle the feelings she evoked in you. At this point I tell my conscience to shut the fuck up, even though it's completely right.

If I were anyone else, I'd tell them to get over it, stop going by her apartment and move on, but I can't. Not in a skeevy way either. There’s nothing nefarious in the feelings I have for Karsyn.

I fucking miss her; I miss the way she made me feel, the way she took care of me, and the way she allowed me to be myself, even when the days were harder than I cared to admit. Behind me, my K-9 Major barks, letting me know I've been sitting here for too long.

"I hear ya, but just a few more minutes."