CHAPTER THIRTY THREE
Time is such a funny thing, right? Think about it. Ten minutes could feel extensively longer than ten hours when you are stuck in the same room with the guy you just kissed the hell out of and now have to watch him shove his tongue down the throat of some girl like he is trying desperately to bury the memory of what transpired between you two. And you know a guy for more than a couple of years, and every part of you is very aware he likes you a little too much but you only feel guilty for not feeling guilty over hurting him like that. Maybe I’m a worse being than I thought. Maybe I really was some monster in human flesh with no regard for anyone; a jerk and definately one prone to hurting others. But lets be honest, why play around with a Mafia King like me when you k
