Violets and Ash
I blurted the words out and quickly slapped a hand over my mouth, but it was too late.
The girl leaned in, her dark eyes burning with heated interest. “What did he do? Go on, spill the tea!” She lifted her drink, which happened to be a Long Island Tea, and drank deeply. I followed her lead, coming up for air when the glass was half empty.
“He does exactly…” I hiccupped, “…what you said men do. He takes what isn’t his, and doesn’t give a flying crap about consent. How disgusting is that? Like, how can you enjoy sleeping with someone who doesn’t want it?”
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