C43 Behind It All

THE NIGHT and morning spent with Rhonda had alleviated his pain—the pain that he deemed silly, the pain of thinking about Gina. But, like any deep-seated pain, the agony came back as soon as the pain killer effect had worn off. In his case, the moment Rhonda was out of sight.

He paced around his apartment, trying to keep away from his phone. He hadn't spoken to Gina since the night they kissed