It’s such a big opportunity. They’ll have all the art schools there recruiting and stuff. Hunter pointed in the direction he must’ve assumed Studsen was going to be.
I shook my head. You’re telling me it was worth losing two toes to get here?I lost my entire family, he said.
They’d be so proud of you, I said, meaning it.He laughed. They’d be so proud of a successful accountant in Tangiers with wives and many, many children and a courtyard of his own, eh? Not this.Well, I’m proud of you, I said, clinking my glass to his.
You don’t even have the balls to have sex, he said, but he was joking, and he clinked back, just as the heavy old doorbell rang.Oh God! I shouted, leaping up and spilling the rest of my drink so some of it went on me. Great, I would smell like I’d been in the bar all afternoon.
Put your shoes on! shouted Sami.
Yes, yes, I said, grabbing my bag. I couldn’t figure out if it was practical or slutty to pack a fresh pair of underpants and a toothbrush, so I’d zipped them away in the bottom compartment.Back in place, I was ready for sleep to end my mortifying torture of the day’s events—even if that meant enduring another nightmare.
I looked up at him. Seriously, you can go. I’m sure Oliver and Julia will be back any minute, and I don’t plan on having anything else humiliating for you to witness before then. I focused my gaze on the opposite wall, waiting for some wisecrack on his part.Instead, his hand caught my chin, pulling my attention back to him very slowly. The moment my eyes met his, he released my face. I sat frozen from the agony written over his expression.
I’m not leaving until you listen to me—until you understand that I’m never going to walk away from you again. His hand came back, his pointer finger running over my cheek briefly, but it only added to the agony on his features. His fingers withdrew as though they’d been burnt.I fucked up, Cassandra. I hate myself for it and I can’t take it back, but I will spend every day and every night proving I can be the man you need me to be.