Adea
“You’re the only woman I’ve ever wanted to take out,” Shane said.
He reached across the table and grabbed my hand in his. Squeezing it, he looked up at me and held my gaze. Is it easier this way?
At least he’s looking at me like that instead of suspecting me. At least this way… I’ve got the upper hand. At least this way, I’ve got him eating out of my hands. This is how I wanted it to go.
This is what I set out to do. No, instead of feeling bad for him, I need to focus on the shit he’s done. I can’t let myself believe in the facade that he’s trying to show off. I won’t let myself feel bad for him.
Instead of jerking my hand back and making him feel bad. Instead of saying snarky to push him away and make him hesitant to reach out to me again. I stare back into his eyes and run my thumb in circles on the top of his hand.
