Lacey.
My stealth must be out of this world because they still haven’t noticed me. They’re still going at it, completely clueless as to my presence, and frankly, I can’t decide if it’s a bad thing…
Or the big guy up there doing me a solid.
I might’ve been sneaky up until this point, but I don’t hesitate to slam the door as hard as I can on my way out. I hate myself for shedding these ridiculous tears. Hate my dumb, foolish heart for thinking a relationship based off my darkest secrets could ever become real.
And lastly…
More than anything,
I hate myself for thinking Xavier Emery actually cared.