“Casual? Lo, we weren’t casual.” “Yes, the hell we were, Chase. You could have fucked all of SoHo twice and started on Hell’s Kitchen—I wouldn’t have cared. We weren’t even casual. We were convenient. I wanted some dick. You wanted some pussy. I was willing and you got lucky, but luck’s run out.” “And now I’m no longer convenient?” I sigh, no patience for some needy boy sniffing in my pants tonight. “Don’t act like you haven’t had this conversation a hundred times with girls.” “Yeah, but this is different.” “Awwww, is rejection new for you and your dick?” I make a fake sad face. “I feel so bad
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