“What are you doing here, Cale?”
In the dangerous game of strategically detached and who-the-hell-gives-a-shit?
I’d met my match.
Jesus Christ, I was getting my ass handed to me on a silver platter.
“I’m trying to apologize to my girl,” I said quietly, closing my hand over hers on the table.
“This is the worst apology ever,” she pulled out of my grasp, “and I’m not your girl anymore.”
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Share a few lines of a relationship on the rocks and ONE link to your book or website. If you’re a reader, sit back and enjoy the comments!
P.S. – Still riding the struggle bus with keeping it short… *sigh*