“No, Erin. I don’t have the desire to throw you
on the couch nor do I think I ever will.”
“Humph. I don’t think that’s a nice
compliment.” I turn away to make some distance
b e t w e e n u s , f e e l i n g t h i s h u m i l i a t i n g
disappointment that is burning me from within.
He rubs my shoulder, sliding his hand down my
arm until he reaches my hand. He gently squeezes
my fingers and I feel my legs giving way due to
the anxiety and sheer emotion I feel.
God, he must be good in bed.
“I wouldn’t fuck you on that couch or on the
floor or in bed or in any other place because you,
Erin, are not a girl who gets fucked and left.”
I hold my breath and try to keep my heart inside
my ribcage.
“You’re a woman tolove,Erin. A woman to
make love with, all night. Every night.”
Patrick
In one stupid fucking night I throw away my
whole life. A few looks, a few tears, that’s all it
takes to cut me down like some brainless asshole.
Because I know it’s all wrong. I knowI’mall
wrong.
I can’t love someone.
I can’t loveher.
I’m not the kind of guy that loves one woman,
and does so for the rest of his life. I’m not the kind
of man who can take care of someone else, much
less myself.
