Chapter Fourteen
I’m lying in bed, thinking about what I did. What I said and how I let my d**k speak for me when I should’ve told her I was sorry and that I was an ass and my reasons for distancing myself from the Salter family have nothing to do with any of them.
Eventually, frustration over the spinning wheels in my head has me throwing the covers aside. I’m sick of tossing and turning, stuck in the darkness of my own head. Grabbing my T-shirt from earlier, I throw it over my chest and open my door. Seconds later I find myself two doors down across from my own room, my knuckles gliding down the wood. I shake my head. Not a good idea and head to the great room instead.
I flip on the outside light on the porch, leaning my shoulder on the window and watch the snowfall pile up on the dec
