I really do not need to hear about his love life. Not a conversation I want to be a part of. So I begin to rise from my seat, wanting to be anywhere else but here, when Taylor’s following words make me pause. “We aren’t together anymore.” I glance up at him to find his gaze on me intently. “We aren’t together,” he repeats firmly, and I sink back down with a soft scoff. Why do I care who he does or doesn’t date? Not my business. Don’t fucking care. I tell him all of this with my eyes, glaring at him. It only seems to amuse him, though, and he raises his brows.
