I’m not entirely proud of myself as I scoop her phone up, ready to pluck Olivia’s number from it. Maybe luck is finally on my side, because the screen is already opened to their message thread. Cara Ur date rope you into breakfast tomorrow or what? Olivia Duh. Is it even a real date if it doesn’t end with breakfast? Blood drums in my ears, the words in front of me sending a raw ache through my chest as awareness settles over me. She’s moved on, on from whatever the hell this was, or whatever it wasn’t. Because it wasn’t ever anything, was it? Nothing more than undeniable chemistry and physical
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