Del
I put the phone back into the pocket of my wool coat and get into my car like nothing happened, like I didn’t f*ucking forget how to breathe for a moment there. He was in the bar. He saw me talking to Cassie and then he walked past me, and the only reason I didn’t see him was because I chose not to. It was like his tense gaze compelled me not to move and I didn’t. Damn it, I just submitted to his desire and didn’t look at him. And the text he sent after the note from earlier?
Now that he’s gone my eyes roam the empty parking lot, searching for him but he’s nowhere to be found. I instinctively know he’s still hiding among the trees, yet I don’t go to look for him. I am not ready to confront the faceless man who commands my world these days. The memory of his present still burns at the
