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Peeking at her, I saw that her red hair was pulled into a bun “I cried”

“Oh God, why?” Mark groaned as he lifted s

“I keep asking myself that too” I shifted ontomy head at my own damn stupidity

“Was it the sex?” Cleo questioned “Was it so good you cried tears of joy? Or so awful you wished you’d never gotten out of bed this ?”

“Does that look like the skin of so?” Mark pointed to my chest, and I quickly crossed my arms over my breasts

“No, I didn’t cry about the sex,” I snapped at her “And yes, the sex was great It was passionate, a little dirty, and hella sexy”

Thinking about it still made me feel hot

“So, the crying…”

“It was the music,” I whispered “He asked me to write down my music, and you know me; I became all emotional about it”

“Seriously? You cried

aboutout of this one” Cleo turned back toward the television

“So are you going to see hiain?” Mark asked

“No” But I kind of wanted to, though I didn’t knohy “He’s a good lay, and he’s super hot, along with being rich, but honestly that was it” I thought, not realizing I’d said it out loud until Mark replied

“Does there need to be more?”

I kicked hihed They were terrible influences on me, I swear