“Who were you texting?” I meant it as a casual question, but it came out almost interrogative. Sloane hesitated for a second. Then, “It was a guy on a dating app.” Sloane was dating. It shouldn’t bother me. I should consider it a good thing. She was moving on from whatever infatuation she had with me. And yet the very thought of this faceless fucking guy touching her made me want to knock him senseless. Or fuck Sloane senseless.
