---- "You insult her? You're not even in her league." I lay there, watching Thomas lift Chloe in his arms and walk away. His back turned to me, and Chloe's smug look burned into my memory. My heart, already numb with pain, throbbed with a fresh wave of hurt. In the end, all I could do was hail a cab and head home alone. I made it back to the villa way past midnight and found Thomas there, waiting for me like some kind of grim statue. He was casually holding a cigarette, his back against the door. "Come here," he said, his voice icy. Thesitated, but I moved closer. "Hold out your hand." ---- Before I knew it, he flicked the ash into my palm and then snuffed out the cigarette right there on my skin. His other hand clamped down on mine as I tried to pull away. Pain shot through me, and I could not hold back the tears.