Daphne
The man was a f.ucking magician. Nathan Straight - or whatever his real name was, had disappeared without a trace, leaving nothing but a gaping hole in my heart, and a sick, gnawing feeling in my gut.
I had to keep reminding myself that I barely knew the guy. We’d had some intense moments and some hot s*x, but there wasn’t anything real or substantial between us. He had tried to warn me that he wasn’t going to stick around, but I had stubbornly fordged ahead.
He wasn’t my mate. That was just me romanticizing a moment, because I wanted it so bad. If he was my mate, he could not have just picked up and walked away.
In truth, I was embarrassed too, and ashamed of myself, for falling for his act. For falling for him. I was a psychologist, for heaven’s sake. I was supposed to know be
