“You know, that sounds like a great plan. I bet that caramel-and-honey-colored hair of hers would look sexy as fuck, wrapped around my fist, while I pounded my dick into her from behind over and over. Her moans filling my ears instead of wasting them on yours.”
My muscles flexed, preparing for the beating I craved to give him for talking about Mia that way.
“Exactly. You can’t have it both ways, Logan. You either make it right with her or you let her go completely. Even if it means she’ll find someone else.”
“She deserves better anyway,” was my answer before I turned to look out the airplane window.
The flight home was tense from fighting with my friends and with thoughts of Mia trying to show me that love was worth sticking through it all for.
I’d have to end this. I’d have to let her think I had done something unworthy, so she’d let me go on her own.
I had ideas, but none of them were sitting right inside my stomach. So, I decided to cross that particular shaky bridge when I got there.
