Page 95 of Unsuitable

When they lock onto his, I see the same look in them that I saw the last time we kissed, and my body goes cold.

Pushing back from me, Kas drops my arm, like I just burned him.

His hands drive into his hair. His eyes catch mine. There’s regret and a whole lot of other emotions in them. None of them are good, and I instantly feel sick.

“I…I…” He’s struggling for words, and I’m dying inside. Then, he delivers his final blow. “I can’t do this with…you.”

Before I can get out a word, he’s moving me aside, unlocking the door, and striding through it.

Gone in seconds.

Again.

I don’t believe this.

“I can’t do this with…you.”

Tears spring to my eyes.

I pinch the bridge of my nose with my thumb and forefinger.

Don’t you dare cry over a man, Daisy. Don’t you fucking dare.

I blow out a breath and exhale another, fighting back the tears.

God…I can’t even…

How could he do this to me again?

How could I have let him?

What the hell is wrong with him?

Never mind him. What the hell is wrong with me?

I need to have more dignity than this.

I do have more dignity than this.

Shame on me for falling for his shit again.

I have no one else to blame but myself.

Kiss me once, shame on you.

Kiss me twice, shame on me.

Dropping my hand from my face, I move over to the mirror.

My bra is showing, my lips are kiss-swollen, my face is flushed, and my hair is messed up from where Kas’s hands were in it.

The sight makes me want to cry again.

Biting my lip, I tug my strap up, covering myself.

I can’t believe I let him do this to me again.

Jesus. How stupid am I?