If anger were mileage, I'd be a very frequent flyer, right up there in First Class ― GINA BARRECA
Cat knew it had been doomed from the beginning, knew how selfish and unreasonable she was being. But last night had meant everything to her, she had experienced such heights of pleasure and mind-blowing ecstasy in his arms that she'd woken up reaching for him and cried out when she realized Alex wasn't there.
In the late hours of the night, before the rays of dawn chased away the bewitching hour, Cat thought they had forged a bond overcoming their past while building a bridge to their future. With unspoken promises, loving glances, and caring touches, she thought that finally, they'd been ready to move on. After he'd left her alone in Milan and all the other times before when he'd pretended to avoid her, Cat knew he was playing her.
We can't go on longer like that, Cat.
She hated that his mind games were working on her.