“Only now it was an accident? What about the first fifty times?” she asks him. Betrayal morphs into rage. My body overheats with it. “How long has this been going on?” I ask through clenched teeth. “Months!” the woman screeches. Finally, she shoves him away from her, and I glance at the sky when they separate. “For months, he’s been taking me here!” “She’s lying,” Stewart blubbers.
i fucking hate him and i just met him
