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“I’irl,” I huffed “The country sweetheart who got fucked by the bad boy Got it I won’t ain”

There it was I spotted the bag where I had dropped it on the leather couch

“You’re not stupid It was a dick move”

I laughed “Dick? That’s it Dick move?”

“I’et that far”

“Which part?” I steamed “What part exactly went too far, Luke? The part where you led ave a shit about sick kids? The part when I agreed to come back here with you today? The part when I let myself think we had soht with you?” I stood with my hands on my hips My cheeks were hot and my hands started to shake “I’d love to hear it Which part exactly should you have reined in?”

I don’t knohy I felt as betrayed as I did

It wasn’t as if I was in some kind of serious relationship with the quarterback We had one night together One aht, but nonetheless—only one night I was overacting to the level of deception Too late to dial that doas in full-blown Alexa mode

“The press That part” He rab my shoulders I almost stumbled into him with the impact “And I do care about sick kids,” he added “And you”

I glared at hi to soften ry and there was a violation of my trust he couldn’t heal with sexy bedrooies

“Well, you suck”

I threw the bag overhis heavy hands from my body I wanted out from under this

“Don’t you want to hear what happened?” he asked

I was three steps out of the living rooe

“Does it matter?”