Backing It Up

I spend the rest of the night talking to my parents, something I had never done before, then I end up sleeping in my old room… actually, I just lay in bed looking at the ceiling and fighting the nausea.

I can't stop thinking: are they having sex right now? Is Anya asking Klein to mark her? Is Klein's wolf coming out to claim my woman as his forever?

"Fuck, damn it," I mutter and sit on the bed, leaning my elbows on my knees. I stay in that position until the sun starts to rise, unable to disconnect my brain for even a second.

I keep thinking about that day when Anya told me she loved me and I pretended to be asleep. Or the conversation when I told her the only thing I loved about her was her pussy.

How much of an asshole can someone be?

Why am I like this?

Honestly, I never believed for a second that she could love me back then, and, I hate to admit this, but I still don't.

Maybe she felt the same attraction I did and she let her tender heart think that was love, but it wasn't. Or