Sexy, charming, and with abs that could melt any woman’s panties. With my rules and boundaries in place, he is the perfect person to have fun with to pass the time. As long as he knows it will never amount to anything more. Which he does…I think. But then boundaries get shattered. Lines get blurred. I know it’s time to bolt before things get harder, and I risk falling deeper. Running away is the only thing I know how to do. And, in my twenty years on this earth, it’s worked for me. They say you don’t know what you have until it’s gone. They’re wrong. I knew what I had all along. I just couldn’t accept it. And now…he might be gone for good. One thing is for sure: it’ll take more than an apology for him to want me back. But saying I’m sorry is a good place to start.