Dove
"How could I?" he frowned, his eyebrows furrowing, "How could I when it took you a month to move on from me? What is he better than me? Does he fuck you better, give you more, does he spoil you more? Is he richer than me, more handsome, older? What is it Dove?"
"He treats me better," I wiped away my tears, "He treats me better and he respects me. He makes me feel wanted and he cares. He cares to listen to me and learn who I am. He doesn't care about my body. He treats me like his world." I tried so hard but the guilt ate away at me. Benecio was in every way possible better than Danilo. He made me feel like me ansd how had I repaid him? By cheating on him. By sleeping with his brother like some sex addict.
