WHY
I often like the bad guys. Not because they’re bad, I think much more that I’ve a faible for broken, hurt, lost and unloved men…
He seduced her, simple enough. And after he had a few drinks in him, he was at her flat. He didn’t even catch her name, or remember her face. She was an experiment. He has to be sure.
It wasn’t right or the same as it was with him..but he was still unsure. He left her there, to deal with later, walked home and slept alone. He missed him with every bone in his body, but he cant let him know.
Not yet.
How can they look into my eyes and still they don’t believe me?
Take him away from meeeee….