I stood there for a moment in the crisp night air, wondering what in the actual hell just happened.
Then the images started flooding into my head, his words, the kiss. I realized then and there I never told him. I never said what I came here to say, that I don't love Blaze, I love him.
God, I was so stupid, I let myself get carried away by my hormones like a teenager.
I needed to look for him. I needed to tell him the truth.
Also, what did he mean by not being enough for me? What the hell was that about?
I always knew Harlan hated himself, probably because of the abuse he endured from his horrible father, but I wonder if that is what fuels that sort of senseless thought.
Whatever the answer was, I needed to talk to him, needed to explain. So I once again followed his scent. This time it was easier, for some reason, it was like after that kiss my feelings for him were heightened.
