By now the hurt must be raging through her body like a wildfire. I am sure feeling it, regret, not regret in the true sense of the word, more like wishing that I did not guarantee her when I should know how unpredictable my life is. Last night was absolute torture, and dragging myself through this never-ending day brings me even more pain. In all my life, truly have I never once desired one as I do her. She took a piece of me the moment I kissed her, and she has that piece still.
As we are now making our way back, I cannot help to start feeling the excitement I did only a day ago. I do hope that she would not be that mad, that if I explained that she would understand. I think by the time we get home, her shift would have already started.
And I do not want to wait any longer than I should to get to her, but it is only fair to check with the boys first. "You boys okay if we go straight to the club?"
