“I don’t want this to be like every other time,” I say. “Does that mean you want to date other people?” Her tone is fragile but hard as nails. I don’t know how she manages to be vulnerable and badass at the same time, but it’s hot. And wait, what? Date other people? The fuck? “No, it sure as shit doesn’t mean that.” “Oh.” Her lips form the sound and stay that way while she processes my words. She’s probably thinking I’m a moron. Welcome to the club.
