Wild Bastard by Ella Savitskaya (most popular ebook readers .txt) 📗

Walking across the lawn, I instinctively look up. Matthew is out on the balcony, smoking, leaning against the doorjamb. I feel his gaze on me all the way to the gate. Only when I leave this place I can breathe normally. I call a cab and enjoy my sandwiches while I wait.

At home, after emptying half the bottle and taking a quick shower, I fall onto the hard bed and wrap myself in a sheet. Through the thin walls I can hear the upstairs neighbors arguing and, it seems, having sex downstairs. It's hard to tell, because my head is swimming. For some reason I put my hand to my lips and run my fingertips over them, remembering the few seconds when Matt was pressing against them. And then I pass out.