Chapter 88

KRISTEN

Good riddance.

I fell into my chair. It's either Dija is crazy or delusional. I even see her bagging both qualities. What the fuck?!

I see no reason why you should unnecessarily disturb yourself over something—someone—that you know doesn't give a fuck about you.

Fuck it, I'm a man, not a dog.

You can't just spread your legs and expect me to dive in like a fucking Olympic champion.

Was I changing?

The Kristen of old jumps at every offer to fuck.

Did June have a hand in it?

Yes, I realized that accepting my feelings for June made my life a whole lot better. There is this unusual eagerness to go home whenever I am at work. And the need to pull her close is so strong when we are together that sometimes, we end up in bed doing nothing but cuddling and rolling around until my needs are satisfied.

To me, that is the life of perfection I've always prayed for. It warms my heart to see June glowing, laughing from her heart like I haven't seen her do in a very long time.

It