I've had twenty four hours to think about it, and I've come to the conclusion: I should have canceled that f*****g class.
I had Kat right there. Staring up at me with so much hope in her green eyes. I should have called in another trainer. Should have asked her to stay and watch, perching her perfect juicy ass on a speaker. Anything.
I get it now, though. Why she sent me away that first time in her apartment. Being together, it's a shock to the system, an overload of sensations and emotions that I've never felt before. It's hard enough to string a sentence together afterwards, let alone read the room.
But she said she'd come to my fight. She definitely said she would. So this is my chance to set it right—to make her feel so f*****g wanted, she'll never doubt it again.
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