Becca.

After everything that had happened with James, I let myself succumb to the lust that took over on very often occasions. I loved him, but loving him wasn’t good for me. At least, I wasn’t sure if it was. I wanted him to stay, but I was so far past having the effort in this anymore.

I just wanted to sleep. Curl up in my bed, and hide away from the world.

There was no point in exhausting myself mentally, emotionally, and physically by ...