Enzo
I need to pull my fu.cking head out of my ass. Eight fu.cking days she's been at my beck and call. Eight days. Paige doesn't need to be here. I don't even need the help; I can get around pretty well. My ribs don't hurt all that much anymore, either. But I'm a selfish son-of-a-b***h, and I want her here with me for as long as I can keep her. The thought of her leaving me here alone without her terrifies me. I have no idea why.
How fu.cking hypocritical of me is that?
I'm being a bastar.d to Paige to make her see she's better off without me, yet I can't bear the thought of her leaving.
Does that make me some kind of insane person?
I watch Paige sometimes, the way she moves around my place as she cleans. That beautiful heart-shaped ass of hers as she bends over to pick things up. Or
