I spent the majority of the night tossing and turning, racked with internal guilt. I couldn’t get the image of Ashton’s distraught face out of my head. It was circling my mind on a loop all night long, and it didn’t sit well with me, yet I couldn’t figure out why. It makes no sense. I’ve only known the guy for two minutes. Why should I care that he saw me with my fiancé? He knew I had a fiancé, of course I might have forgotten to mention that he was coming home for two weeks but still, why did he look so hurt by it? Why did he look almost heartbroken? To say that I’m confused would be the understatement of the year. I am so far-off being confused that I’m pretty sure there isn’t a word in the English dictionary that describes how I am feeling right now. However, there is one word that has been circling my brain for the past fifteen hours and that word would be ‘tease’. Well…more specifically ‘dick tease’, and I can’t help feel that I may have led him on somehow.
