Sinfully His
“Do you have any idea how that feels?”
Mike looks at me, his face pale. He opens his mouth to say something, but nothing comes out. He just stands there, as lost as I am, but I can’t do this anymore. I can’t stand here and watch him feel sorry for himself.
“Get out,” I whisper, wrapping my arms around myself. “Just... get out.”
Mike hesitates, his eyes lingering on mine for a moment longer. Then he turns and walks toward the door. Just before he leaves, he pauses, his voice barely audible. “I love her, Natalie. I can’t help it.”