At that moment, she saw him as a little child that needed saving. He looked like he was out in the cold, shivering and whimpering like a drenched cat. But then, he had the nerves to scream words at her?

“You’re pathetic!” She bellowed, making to walk past him into the room.

It took every ounce of his selfesteem to hold himself back from hitting her across the face. Despite his anger, his groin tightened when she walked past him, making her way to the couch that was littered with empty cans, filthy glass cups and his dampened stockings. His expression eased just a bit and he heaved a deep...