“Tristan, look at me,” I say, but when he does, his expression is written in anger. “I fucked Lizzie,” he says, voice cold. “You’re lying,” I say, and then louder. “You’re lying.” “I wanted to do it, too. You think I’d ever be happy with a charity case like you?” Wow. He’s really putting it on hard, this bullshit act. But he forgets that I saw right through him in the bathroom, and even more so when we fell asleep in each other’s arms that night. I’m not buying it. I walk up to him and put my hands on his chest. “You think lying to protect me will work? It won’t. I don’t want your lies as a
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