How he grinned at the crowd, winked at me, called me sweetheart before he pulled me in for a kiss. The way I slapped him so hard not even the gasp of the crowd could drown out the sound. How he had the nerve to follow me home, try to bypass my dad and brother, who were blocking the front door. How he watched me throw my luggage into my dad’s car twenty minutes later and told me to be for fucking real. I slapped him again.
The fucking audacity.
