My secret lover
Actually, I wasn’t waiting that eagerly because I didn’t want to see Apollo again.
It had been days since I’d heard from him, and I was used to his absence, to his lack of presence. He occupied my thoughts for days, but I was determined to leave him behind. What we had was a mistake, a sweet mistake with a bitter aftertaste. I accepted it—he never loved me, and that was okay. Apollo would be just a colleague, a stranger with something in common. I could handle that.
Now, sitting in the car, I looked at London through the window, watching winter fade away and trying not to think about my conflicted feelings. It should’ve been so simple... I let out a breath.