He stands and gets dressed, keeping his back to me.
So he doesn’t have to see what this does.
How this breaks me every time.
Tonight, I am having a hard time keeping the tears away, so I roll over and give him my back, pressing my face into the pillow like I can muffle my own heart.
I hear his belt.
Feel the bed shift as he sits to put on his socks.
I try to silently wipe the tears away because this is when he needs me to be okay with him going home to her.
But tonight I feel vulnerable and lonely, even though he hasn’t left yet.
I feel the heat of his hand on my hip.
“Cassidy, I have to go.”
I can’t speak, so I just nod and hope he sees it with the crack of moonlight slicing the room.
“Baby, I know you are awake.Don’t make this hard on me.You know how much I hate leaving you.”
That does it… something inside me snaps.
This is hard onhim?
I push up and stumble out of bed, wearing one of the outfits he bought me.A white silk slip that barely covers my ass.
He says it makes me look like his angel.
But I don’t feel like an angel right now.
I feel horrible.
I stare at him.God, he’s beautiful.
He’s older than me by sixteen years.
I was so surprised when he approached me.So surprised that he wanted me.
I know I am beautiful, and I know the attention I get.
But he somehow seemed larger than life.
His brown eyes somehow seem golden, his skin warm and always tanned, his brown hair that is just long enough for me to grab onto, speckled just enough with silver… but always perfectly styled.
He’s perfection, and I couldn’t believe he wanted to be mine.
Until I found out he wasn’t.
“Stay,” I breathe out.
He gives me a look that I fucking hate, one with pity.
One that says we’ve been through this, don’t be difficult.
“Cass…”
