Stained Bridal Whites
Language: en
Getting back together with Andrew meant one thing: he became impossibly clingy. He reported everything—what he ate, what he drank, who he saw—in painstaking detail. One day, he called, his tone testing the waters. "Rick's hitting a spa with a few girls, wants me to come along." "Oh," I said. "Have fun." The line went dead. Twenty minutes later, he was at my door, blocking the entrance, his voice a raw whisper. "You're just going to let me go off with other women?" I took a step back under his intense gaze. "Isn't this the 'boundaries' you always wanted?" My words hung in the air, and he froze.