The Sweetest Oblivion

And I had a bad, bad feeling that if this girl used the word please, I would give her anything she wanted.

Maybe she should take responsibility for how crazy she made me.

I hadn’t known it was possible to want something so much and to fear it in equal measure.

I wanted to be the best thing he’d ever had. To make him burn as much as he made me. I wanted him to want only me with a raw ache.

“He had something I wanted.”

It was eleven a.m. on a Sunday when I realized I wasn’t only attracted to my fiancé. I was, with a madness that ached, completely and utterly infatuated with him.

I realized he could tell me the make, model, and year of all these cars here with a simple look. He was like a car encyclopedia, though humble enough not to admit it.

“I just don’t have the patience to listen to what people think I should do with what’s mine.”

“I don’t need to keep you a secret, Elena,”

I swore blushing was the bane of my existence.