It feels as if I’m melting into him, as if I’ll never know again where he ends and I begin, by the time he releases me, we’re both panting. He pulls back and closes his eyes, his chest rising and falling as he tries to get his breathing under control. My thoughts are all jumbled in my head, and I feel as if I’m going to cry.
“I’m sorry,” he says roughly.
At that moment, I know I’ve made a huge mistake. I want to tell him that I’m willing to take whatever he has to give. I want to beg him not to leave, but the words fail me.
He starts the engine, his eyes straight ahead. “I had a great weekend too,” he says, his voice dismissive. “Goodbye Rachel.”
“Yeah,” I say miserably, before I stumble out of the car. He waits until I’m at the door before he starts to drive away. By the time I climb the stairs to my apartment, my cheeks are wet with tears, and I don’t know if I’m ever going to be happy again.