RAW DESIRES:{50 Stories of Passion}
“But at least I’m honest about it. You’ve spent years pretending everything was fine when it wasn’t. You knew something was off. You just didn’t want to see it.”
She reached out, almost gently, and brushed a tear from my cheek with her thumb.
“Now you’ve seen it,” she said softly. “So go, cry in your car. Tell your dead mom, post vague sad-girl I*******m stories. Whatever gets you through but don’t come back here expecting apologies. There aren’t any.”
Kieran sat up fully now, sheets around his waist.
“She’s right,” he said. No heat, no anger, just fact. “We’re done, Lila. I don’t love you anymore. I don’t think I have for a long time.”