Watching him go hurts, but knowing him leaving angry breaks me. What we had last night was beyond my expectation. He respected me and took care of me even we both knew it was a no repeat.
He refused to go when I told him it was okay—he chose to say, but he betrayed me. He thought I was so naive and unaware of what was this all about.
“Be right back, I need to use the restroom.” I stand up, taking the purse with me.
“Don’t stay long. We have an appointment,” Megan reminds me.
Last week she booked a spa package for me. It includes deep tissue massage, peppermint foot scrub, seaweed facial, mani/pedi treatment, and waxing. I’m a little bit nervous about waxing when she mentioned that it hurts like hell. I used to shave my bikini line, and it always itches and grows faster than in another
