And I thought I was falling for him before? Shit, I already fell. He didn’t fuck him. I can’t quite get over that. “So you threw him out?” I prompt.
“Kicked his ass to the curb,” Bradley says. “Called him a cab and told him to jerk off in the bathroom if he had to, I didn’t want to know about it. I thought you saw all that. When he left, I wondered why you didn’t rush over and sweep me off my feet.”
I don’t reply, just stare at my hands and wish I hadstayed to see this happen. I would have lovedto play the knight in shining armor. I wouldn’t even have waited for the cab to appear, just gone over there and knocked down the door, told Bradley how I feel for him, how I want him to feel for me, and maybe it wouldn’t be too late.
Isit too late?
“Bradley,” I sigh.
He looks up at me, waiting.