Regret

Winona

I

shouldn’t have slept with him. I should have walked away and never indulged the pull I had toward him.

HJ said I wouldn’t feel anything, and I normally never did.

Except with him.

With him, I felt every stupid thing I never wanted to feel again.

Pleasure and pain.

Hope and dread.

Longing and fulfillment.

Hate and love.

I told him I was going to the bathroom and slipped out the back door into a dark alley behind Heathen’s Bar. Cole was out there smoking a cig and offered one to me. I let him light it and pulled in a hard drag before turning from him and walking away.

“Winona, sort of wanted to talk while you enjoyed the cig.”

I waved over my shoulder. “Another time, Cole.”

His laugh carried down the alley as I turned the corner quickly. I didn’t need to stay any longer and face HJ. His dark stare would grate my raw nerves, and I would have to admit to enjoying him screwing me in the back of the bar more than I enjoyed sleeping with most men.

I sighed and took another drag of t