I’m not sure why she let me sleep with her again. I didn’t expect it. I was bracing myself for another argument. I was waiting for regret. Thank God, she didn’t express any. Though she’s still wary, I think. Damn, I can’t believe Rob messed her up so bad. Why did I never step in? If I’d have known he tried to hurt her, I’d have killed him myself. I was so concerned about not interfering. If I had torn her marriage apart, would it have been for my own reasons or for her benefit? I could never be sure I wasn’t acting selfishly and I was so weak still. What could I offer her? Oh and don’t forget my stupid misguided loyalty to Rob… Yeah, I’m an idiot. I roll over and study her—just look at her. She’s lying on her side, one arm tucked under her pillow. There’s a smudge of mascara or something under her eye from where she didn’t take off her make-up last night and her lips are still puffy from my kisses. She’s snoring slightly and it makes me grin. It’s a light snore, kinda cute. Maybe that’s just me… I’m sure as hell totally lost when it comes to this woman.
