Chapter Thirteen

"I feel stupid, oh so stupid, it's amaaazing how stupid I FEEEEL," I sang softly to myself. No one on the subway even looked at me strangely. People singing on the subway wasn't considered weird in New York City. I half expected someone to throw me a dollar.

I pressed my forehead into the cool glass of the window and watched the dark brick walls of the subway pass by. I felt so stupid.

Why in the world did I sleep with him?

I couldn't wrap my head around it. I could understand that he was the most attractive man I knew. I could see how that might make me do something I now regretted. I wanted to pretend that I'd had some whiskey and some champagne, so I probably wasn't in full control of my faculties. I knew that was a lie.

I'd known exactly what I'd been doing when I slept with him.

I'd wanted it.

And now I was paying for my stupidity.

I checked my phone again, but there wasn't a single message from him. He'd slept with me, walked out on me, and then didn't even have the decency to