Tears hover on my lashes at the harsh words out of Diego’s mouth. I can see that he’s hurting as much as I am. “Dammit, Diego,” I hiss, and wiggle from the bed. “Do you think walking away from you is that easy, because it isn’t.” I pull my boots back on and glare at him. “I feel the connection, and I want you. I want to be with you.” I catch my breath as a cry escapes my lips. “This isn’t easy for me, Diego…My daughter is five years younger than you.”
Grabbing some tissue, I wipe at my tears. “Your mom and family hate me because of this.” I wave my arm back and forth between us. “You’ve no idea how much I wish that I was younger or you were older so then we might have stood a chance.”
I grab my purse and dash to the door, but find I’m unable to leave without one last look at him. I rest my palm against the door and turn to glance over my shoulder and see the distress on his face, which probably matches my own. “Please take care of yourself, Diego. It would break my heart if something happened to you.”
As my face crumples, I shove out of his room and stumble into the wall beside his closed door. I slide down and bury my face in my drawn up knees while my heart shatters.
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