Without Regret

Rejection and I have an understanding: I don’t put myself out there and it doesn’t screw with my life any more.
I keep my feelings hidden, and my heart locked away. It was working well until he came along and threatened my impenetrable armor, one honeyed word at a time.
With his clean cut looks, and southern manners, I’m convinced he’s not my type. Until I learn Trevor isn’t the same gentleman
in the bedroom as he is in the boardroom.
But once he learns my secrets, and my carefully constructed facade starts to crumble, it’s my turn to do the rejecting.
I only hope he doesn’t listen.