And what's worse, I had run out of my apartment without even thinking about why I did all of this to begin with. He dangled those keys, his sexy body filling up that door frame and I ran out the door without a second look at Robert. I knew I had messed up. I just didn't know how badly. By the time I got back from dropping off Sebastian at the castle I still had hope that Robert would be in the apartment, waiting as I had all those times. I wanted to leap out of the elevator and bolt down the hallway when it stopped on our floor but I contained myself. Mostly, my nerves were ruining me. I couldn't help but fidget every time the elevator signaled a floor being passed. Anxiety had never been something I handled well. And here I seemed to be signing up for it. By the time I got to the apartment I already had my key out. I was prepared to fling the door open and profess my love and apologies. What did a car mean compared to what Robert and I had worked at for so long? We were supposed to get married, start a family and be each other's happily ever after.
