Page 43 of Worth the Wait

I still want him.

But when I move to pull my panties up, he’s gone. His curtains are drawn, his light is off.

Goddamn you, Reznor Mayne.

This was never supposed to happen. Not you. Not me.

But God, how I want it to.

I want him.

Now.

Tomorrow.

That’s all I’ll allow myself to think about.

Because I don’t deal in anything after that.

I can’t.

I won’t.

Then why is my mind wandering there?