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Shay raked a hand through his hair before letting it fall to grasp the back of ht I told you that"

"You didn’t say shit toabout it, he rarely did He knew my stuff: my problems, my trauma, my family, my friends I started to scowl What did I know about hiood in bed and--I felt flutters in ood I knew about hirin "To be honest, there isn’t much to say I dated her last year for a few months We broke up and she cahed "I love that his last na a beer every ti, you could’ve o around proclaiirls I date, even girls I used to date There’s nothing there, not really We’re just friends, and we hardly talk anyway"

"Then why didn’t youit to take a sip He said, right before, "Because there’s nothing to say And we had our own drama to handle Sabrina was and is a non-factor to us"

"You’re breaking Brewski’s heart, and you know it"

Shay cursed, throwing a glare in Linde’s direction "You’re not helping"

"Every guy knows that eventually there’s an ex-conversation You tell each other about the exes, especially ones the girl you’re dating ht know" Linde pointed to ritted rin beca e chose that ti his seat "What’d I e shoved his chair out again He grabbed his entire plate this tio home" He backtracked and took the coffee carafe with him

That conversation was one of the reasons holiday break took forever

Shay didn’t say much on the topic, and every time we talked on the phone, he evaded the conversation as a whole I was beyond frustrated I wanted to yell and throw a tantru over a phone, I couldn’t look hi), and I couldn’t straddle hi one of those conversations again and I was inon my bed He hovered above me, but on my phone’s screen I asked, "Why won’t you talk about Sabrina? You said she didn’tlike she did"

Or does

His perrin faded "It isn’t her I don’t want to talk about I don’t have feelings for Sabrina, honestly It’s hi about"

"How did you break up?"

"Me and Ca and surrendering sigh "Sabrina and I broke up because ofbecause I don’t want you thinking the sa"

A knot formed in my stomach I hadn’t had one of those in a while I alirl kissed ht at a party, and that kinda spun into a whole story where I cheated on her"

"You’re a cheater?" It orse than I thought

"No! No That’s the thing I’irl kissed me I didn’t kiss her back, but the ruive her a heads-up, and well, I don’t know I ht’ve let her think the worst of me"

I frowned "Why?"