Shit happens. It’s not like you murdered the guy.” My lips part in shock. It’s not like I didn’t murder him either. “How are you so cavalier about this?” He pulls on a pair of jeans, then digs out a black t-shirt before turning back to face me with it clutched in his hand. “It is what it is. It happened. It’s done. It’s not my problem and doesn’t make you less fuckable.” Oh, hello again Mr. Hyde, I thought I screwed you away…
