There’s no way I’m going to be able to let her go.
I stare at myself in the mirror, electricity buzzing through my whole body as I relive last night over and over again. No night would ever be able to compare to that one. Not unless it was with her. I refrain from punching the glass and grip the countertop. How am I supposed to do this? I’ve done this with so many women before. Just look at her with a blank stare and she’ll get the message. You both knew it was only one night. But after my intimate proposal, can I really just shrug this off? I comb my fingers through my hair in frustration and swing open the door.
“Oh, I’m sorry.”