When I woke up, Harlan was already gone. His scent still lingered everywhere.
And that pissed me off.
Probably because I had to sleep on my couch because he had the balls not only to show up in the middle of the night but also demand I give him my bed. Why didn't I fight him more again? Really, wine makes me too compliant.
He probably slept with some random girl and left her in the middle of the night, that dick. He seems like the kind of person that would do that. Leave.
Look at him, he even did it to me! He left without even saying goodbye!
That man has always managed to upset me to the most intrinsic levels. I still remember the time I asked him who he was, and his answer got me scowling as I poured myself a cup of coffee.
A guy that's stuck with you.
A sharp pain in my head got me out of my memories. I broke a mug, consequently cutting myself in the process and pouring scalding hot liquid on it as well. Great, I had no idea I could do that.
