Donovan tilted his head confusedly as her expression swiftly changed from desire to something somber and indiscernible.
"What's wrong?" She said in answer to his question, giving him a disbelieving scoff. "What's wrong is you ignoring my very existence for almost a week with neither a call nor a text after I practically poured my soul to you, something by the way, I've never done with anyone, just for you to turn your back on me. And now minutes after we've met, all you care to do is get into my pants, so really Donovan Giambelli, what's wrong with you?"
Her words hit him like a ton of bricks, and Donovan felt a pang of guilt wash over him. He had been so consumed by his own fears and insecurities that he had completely overlooked the impact his actions would have on her. Not to mentio
