This is not how I imagined I would end up at my age. Sleeping on my mother’s couch.
FML.
After hours of tossing and turning, I finally pass out only to be woken up by a godawful racket.
“What the shit?”
Ugh. This is what’s wrong with health conscious people.
I grunt and get up from the sofa at the sound of the blender going nuts.
Grabbing my phone, I check the time.
It’s only five in the morning, and someone is about to get punched in the nose.
Angel dropped me off last night with a chaste kiss on the lips and nothing more, and I have to admit I felt more than a little confused.
The things he said about his intentions and stuff really threw me for a loop. I have no idea if I believe him.
But I want to. And that’s bad.
The second I allow myself to trust him, I know he’s going to break my heart. I’m just not built to deal with all that.
Cheating.
Other woman drama.
Nope. Not me. But how can I expect a man like that to be satisfied with someone like me?
Ugh.