TORMENTED BY LOVE

I am in love—deeply in love—with the impossible Adrian Ashton. Or, should I say, the broken Andy?

Days have gone by since the day we went to that charity event. Despite the disturbing, contradicting emotions of seeing my ex in the most unexpected place, I came home enthusiastic that day because my sweet, handsome crush, Andy, had promised that we would talk about the kissing that has become addictive to both of us. I was so eager to know why he kisses me every day with so much passion. I was ecstatic about understanding his true feelings for me. Finally, I would know what he really wants from me.

On getting home, Andy became distant. He did not want to talk. We did not even have coffee together that day. He went directly to his office, and when I went to ask him if we could talk, all I got was the annoying "I am busy" response. He did not even look at me. He did not care to ask what I wanted to say.

He did not even tell me that we would talk later. No. He just dismissed me by burying