“Do you miss me, Hugh?” she asked, eyes growing darker the longer she looked at me. “Like I miss you?” “You know I miss you,” I replied, not bothering to lie. There was no point. She held every piece of my mangled heart. I figured she might as well take the last sliver of my pride while she was at it. “It kills me to see you with him.” “I don’t want him.” Her voice took on a sultry tone. “I’ve never wanted him.” “And yet here we are.” I shook my head in frustration. “You fucked him, but you fucked me harder.”
