“You're really nice,” she says and I smile again. “Is it all bullshit?” “Bullshit?” I ask with a raised brow, turning onto my side to face her fully, propping myself up on an elbow. “No, not at all.” “Why did you give me money at the gas station? You knew I hadn't lost my wallet.” I shrug. “You needed money; I had some on me.” “And the hug?” I sigh and lean in, kissing this stranger's lips like they belong to me. I like to pretend that they do, sometimes. All these girls. Like maybe one of them is actually mine. “What about it? You needed a hug; I had one on me.”
