Playing Dirty With My Ex's Rival
"That's basic decency. If you're going to ask a girl on a date, or fake date, and then stand her up, you should at least call or text. Even if something came up, you just—"
I stopped my ranting.
"Whatever."
"Whatever," Mom agreed, amusement dancing in her eyes.
“Mom, I know you are trying to help, but please stop repeating what I say,” I complained, but all she did was laugh.
I looked at the ceiling again and thought about the three seconds after he pulled me forward at the boards. The unguarded thing in his expression that I had been trying very hard not to revisit all evening.
Raw.
That was the word.
Just raw in the specific way of something recent and unresolved.
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