Nights Burn With Regret — by Nathan Perez 40

Yeah. She could keep him. 

He wasn’t even half as attractive as Hades. 

My lips pressed together as I caught myself thinking him. What the hell was wrong with me these days? Every time I met a man, my mind flicked to him, comparing, measuring, finding all of them lacking. 

I pushed the thought aside and slipped into my polite, customer–service tone. Time to get through this sale as quickly as possible. 

It’s not like I’d ever see Hades again. A man like that was probably off doing something far more important with his life.