“I have to go,” Ben said at exactly midnight.
No kiss on the cheek. No bear hug. No goodbye.
Just Ben with a stone-faced expression, a gun he had gotten from somewhere tucked into the back of his pants, and a swagger that didn’t quite fit him right. It was as if Ben lived this entirely different life after midnight, a life that I would never truly believe was his.
I sank into the bedsheets, watched him walk out of the bedroom, and listened to the front door slam closed. We were f*****g screwed for the rest of our lives. There was no way we’d get out of this one. I didn’t need an expert to tell me that.
Instead of falling asleep, as I should’ve done, I rolled over and grabbed my rabbit vibrator from the nightstand drawer, slid it inside of me, and turned it on. I needed something to hel
