Winter Hart
I was late as I rushed into the arena. Feeling like a mess, I stopped when I saw Poppy standing at the reception desk.
“Miss Hart, this woman is here to see you,” Jenny smiled at me and Poppy whipped around holding her jersey. I forgot I told her to bring it by, so I could sign it for her. All I wanted to do was draw a giant d**k on it.
“Good morning,” Poppy exclaimed as I approached the desk.
I forced a smile, “Good morning. Jenny, do you have a marker I could use?’ I wanted this to be over, so I could never face this woman again.
Jake doesn’t owe me anything, but I thought we had known each other long enough that he would at least explain his feelings or lack thereof. I guess this was his way of telling me he didn’t feel what I felt that night. My heart twisted at the
