Bryan called while Naomi was still standing outside Helen's apartment building. He spoke softly, putting on that familiar innocent act. "Is Julian still mad at me, Naomi? Is he blaming me for this again?"Naomi remained silent.Bryan hesitated for a moment before continuing softly, "My hand is still hurting, and the doctor said the wound might leave a scar."Naomi would have gone straight to him before, but this time, she only asked hoarsely, "Why did you wear the shirt that night, Bryan?"Bryan fell silent on the other end before quickly laughing it off. "You know what happened, Naomi. Marshmallow threw up on my sleepwear, so I had to grab whatever I could. You don't think I wore your shirt on purpose, do you?"Naomi closed her eyes and asked, "Why did you tell him that it wasn't our first time sleeping together, then?"Bryan's voice sounded slightly tense as he replied, "I was just messing around. I mean, didn't we always make jokes like that, Naomi?"Naomi tightened her hold
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