“You’re done?” I nod. “Do you want to be?” I stopped dancing for a cold drink and somehow stumbled into a therapy session. “Yes. No. I don’t know.” I pause. “It doesn’t matter.” “Of course it matters.” “I don’t—it was just supposed to be sex. I’ve never…cared. I shouldn’t have let it happen.” “I don’t think we get to choose who we fall in love with,” Alexis says softly.
