B R U C E
I go back to the breakfast bar and sit down, taking a drink of my scotch.
I think about what she’s just said, and what she really means.
She wants someone to choose her. Sophie wants someone in her life, for once, to pick her over everything else.
After a couple of hours and more than a couple of drinks, I finally get up and make my way to my bedroom.
I have played Sophie’s words over and over in my head. As I walk down the hall, I pause outside her door, listening for any sounds.
“Get it together, Bruce,” I whisper to myself, and then go to my room.
I get undressed and slide on some loose shorts, preparing to rub my aching c**k before I pass out.
It hurts all the time now, and it’s because of Sophie. I never had this problem before.
I went years without anything mor
