16
Mila
Vigil hadn’t been outside at night all week long. Lights shone in his windows as I sat on the stoop whenever the weather allowed, sipping my tea and lonely for company, but I didn’t reach out to him once. I must have reasoned wrong about him, and I told myself I was better off without a man who wasn’t interested in friendship if the woman wasn’t putting out.
I’d had a s**t day straight from the pits of hell, though, and longing for his ear, the comfort of his arms tempted me past the point of caring he only wanted s*x—even when he said he didn’t.
Grumbling, I closed my eyes and let out a heavy breath.
Devon had come home with a bruise on his cheek and waved it off with lies about falling. I pushed, and he shut down even more, slamming his bedroom door in my face. He stayed the
