I can tell that made her feel insecure, and it’s weird because part of me instantly feels shit making her feel shit, but another part of me feels a bit glad, like it’s some sort of relief to push her away a bit because I don’t even know why she was on my mind so much anyway. I’d honestly probably be relieved if she’d fuck off out of it. “Yeah.” I nod, watching her closely. “Slept with the hottest girl…” …And thought of you the whole time. That, of course, is part of that story I don’t offer to her. I couldn’t say that to her, could I? Because what the fuck does it even mean? I have no idea.
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