#Chapter 136: New Moon

Kayla “Get it over with,” I hissed through clenched teeth, slamming a cupboard shut with force. I picked up the bowl and whirled around toward the fridge, making no attempt to muffle the sound of my stomping footsteps as I stormed over and flung it open. “The small details don’t matter that much…” I rolled my eyes as I yanked the milk out of the fridge. The white liquid sloshed onto the counter as I poured it into my bowl of cereal, but I didn’t care. I didn’t even really notice. I was too angry to notice. For weeks now, I had convinced myself that what we were doing was just sex—nothing more, nothing less. And I had convinced myself that I was okay with that. Of course I wasn’t. Of course I wanted a real wedding, to be loved by a man who, in his words, ‘planned on taking a lifetime vacation’ together. I rolled my eyes, suddenly not feeling hungry as I stared down at the bowl of cereal in front of me. First Liam, and now this. And what was wors