Neal.
When Becca left, my emotions rolled through me like a thunderstorm over a grassy field. I couldn't believe that I had acted the way that I did. She hadn't deserved it, and honestly, I felt nothing but remorse swelling through my body like an angry viper looking for a way out.
After everything that she had been through lately, and all the countless times I had stood by her side, I had never given her a reason to doubt me, to doubt my allegiance to her, to doubt the safety that she felt with me, until she found out the truth.
Even though she said she was okay, I saw it in her eyes, the resentment, the anger… and all of it because I couldn’t be f*cking honest with her about who I was.
Sitting on the edge of my bed, I held my head in my hands. I had been foolish to think that I was someone that could be desired. Never had I been a man to care what other people thought. But when it came to Becca, I cared deeply. And that was because I was in love with her.
