Liv swiped angrily at the tears streaking down her face, the road a blurry map in front of her. She tried to be an understanding girlfriend. She really did. But tonight was supposed to be special. She finally decided to tell Neil she loved him.
She’d been holding back the words for weeks, even though he was the perfect match for her. Almost. It was that *almost* that had her hesitating, but no one was perfect, right? He really was a fantastic guy. Sweet. Considerate. Even in bed.
And that wasn’t a bad thing. He was a better lover than most. In fact, he was the best lover she’d ever had. It was just that there always something in the back of her mind. A desire for something darker Neil didn’t fulfill.
None of that mattered now anyway. He’d bailed on her – again – to cover a sick co-worker. A messy emotional mass of anger and disappointment, it probably wasn’t the best idea to go for a drive to clear her head. Especially since she her chaotic thoughts just seemed to cloud her mind even more.