Benedito Goncalo Cruz Taylor-Pereira
The surprise in Bobby's eyes fueled something deep in me, something animalistic that had been craving him for months. It felt like a switch had been flipped inside me and all I could think about was having his skin flush against mine.
I knew it was wrong of me, but I had listened to every word of his conversation with Ronaldo as I waited outside the door. I had hoped that Bobby would eventually come around but by his tone I knew there was no way that was going to happen any time soon. I wanted to kick myself for being such an idiot.
For wounding him. For being an absent father. I blamed my parents but had I not become them, just using their family as a status symbol instead of actually paying attention to them. That was what I had done. As soon as I had the opportunity to step away, I had.
