Damaged Beyond Repair by Kashmira Kamat (KittyKash) (best short books to read TXT) 📗

Alana's jaw hit the floor, she looked at me obviously perplexed and touched her hand to my forehead. "Are you okay? You're not running a high fever are you?"

I laughed, kissing her hand. "I've changed, Alana. Like I said, I'm still the same person yet I'm not. I'm trying really hard to become the guy you truly deserve."

"I love this new Rowan." Her eyes were brimming with tears. "I'm so happy for you."

I kissed her one last time. "I gotta go. I'm going to stay overnight at my family house and head back to the condo in the morning. Are you free tomorrow?"

Alana fidgeted. "I have classes in the morning and my day-care job in the evening. Sorry."

"Maybe I can drop by at night with pizza or something, and we could make out on your couch. What do you think?"

"Sounds like a plan." She went on her lip toes and pulled my face down for another kiss. "You know, you got balls of steel. If there was someone else, he'd be tearing my clothes off. I'm giving you a chance that you are refusing to take because you are so stubborn."

I ran my hands down her dress and back. She had no idea how badly I wanted to make love to her, "Patience is virtue."

"Easy for you to say when you've done this a million times over."

My face fell. She cupped my face in her hands. "Hey, I'm sorry. I was just kidding. I get it. Whenever it's going to be, I know it will be perfect."

I tried to smile, pulling away from her grasp. "I'll text you tomorrow."

She caught hold of my sleeve. She was worried that she had upset me. "Rowan, I'm sorry. I didn't mean it that way."

I placed a kiss on her cheek. "We are good, baby. I'm not upset. Good night."

"Good night." She said.

"Lock your door." I said and walked down the stairs.

I slid inside my car, my head throbbed all of a sudden. I reached for the glove compartment and grabbed the anti-depressants and popped one into my mouth, gulping it down with water. Anti-psychotic medication were going to be a daily part of my life. Sofia told me that if I wanted to remain civil, I had to make friends with my medications, at least for a few years until I would be able to control my outbursts.

Alana didn't know about it yet, she thought I'd changed in a matter of two years as if a fairy godmother had swished her wand at me and I had transformed.

That wasn't possible in real life. A few minutes ago when Alana had teased me about sleeping with other women in the past, it had made me mad, but I'd been under check. I felt better as the anger subsided. I put the drive into drive and drove back home.