Nathan's POV
It's been two weeks since I came here, and in these two weeks I haven't laid eyes on Derrick. It's as if he had totally forgotten about me, which at least was a good thing, but I couldn't stop thinking about him. Every night after a stressful day, I lay on my small bed staring at the ceiling, thinking of him. Wondering if he has gotten a new toy. Maybe someone who does it better… maybe someone who will satisfy him better. Perhaps someone more handsome than me.
Fuck.
I rolled over and buried my face in the pillow, jaw clenched, heart heavy with something I didn't want to name.
I wasn't supposed to feel this way. Not after everything.
Not after how he used me. Broke me. Left me wondering if I was ever more than a warm body to him.
But my chest still ached at the memory of his rough voice saying my name.
I hated how much I wanted him.
I hated that part of me was still waiting for him to come through that damn door for me.
