“Mac, you left me in London. You gave me no warning that you were planning to leave; you told me after the deal was done. All this happened after you kissed me in front of all of our friends and gave me the impression that we were…” “We were what?” he snaps. “More than friends!” I snap. “More than friends with benefits. Just…more!” “We were more,” he bellows back at me. “But my circumstances changed.” “And I’m just supposed to be okay with that?” I ask, my voice cracking at the end. “Mac, I’m not okay with that!”
