We get to the airfield in the dark. Marissa is traveling with us, invading my territory and I resent her presence. She's wearing Jake's sunglasses over her pale face, despite the late hour; I'm guessing she has puffy eyes from crying, and even that tiny little detail causes me so much internal trauma. Those glasses are always meant for me, not her.
She looks effortlessly seductive in a clingy cream dress, showcasing her curves and long curled hair. She hasn't said one word since the tense meeting in the room as we left and then drove over here in hostile silence. I avoid looking at her, and him, he's ushering her onto the plane like she's some petulant child. His hand occasionally touching her lightly to guide her and burning my soul. He's avoided me since he left my room, his manner towa
