Despite Michael being an asshole, he was quite fun to watch movies with. We were in the sixth? Seventh? Eighteenth? Honestly, I had lost count of how many movies we had watched the moment we had taken a break in the afternoon.Yes, fucking afternoon. Before I blinked, it was thirteen minutes past twelve.We had to take, like, a two-hour break to eat something other than popcorn and use the bathroom. By the time we returned, it was another marathon.Who knew early 2000s rom-coms were so addicting? It was now my new favourite genre.And Michael's presence, unfortunately, didn't spoil the mood like I expected. If not for his creepy obsession with me and the fact that he lied and killed Pablo, I was sure we would have been really, really good friends.Just friends. I won't still date him. My heart belonged to one man: Lorenzo, although I wasn't sure he cared.He was confusing. He told me he loved me. I swear he did, and I didn't hallucinate it. He had said with his mouth that he loved me
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