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"So this thing that you did didn't make it feel like what we had was over?"

"No. I thought it would, but it didn't."

"I wish you would have talked to me. I wish you would have told me that you thought you weren't good for me. I would have convinced you otherwise."

"You've convinced me otherwise the whole time we were together."

"You still should have talked to me."

"I can't take that back either."

I nodded my head. "I kissed some guy that lives in your apartment."

Professor Hunter lowered his eyebrows. "Who?"

"Does it matter?"

"Yes."

"His name is Brendan."

"Okay. Just one kiss?"

"Yes. And he gave me some advice. About how if things are so hard between us maybe we're not meant to work things out."

"It's not bad advice."

"Clearly I didn't take it."

"I know." We were both silent for a moment.

"Is what you did worse than that?"

"Yes."

"Is it worse than the fact that I slept with Tyler?"

Professor Hunter closed his eyes. "I left you. You thought I had broken up with you. You weren't in the wrong."

"Is it worse?"

"By default, yes."

"So you had sex with someone else?"

Professor Hunter leaned forward and put his elbows on his knees. "I did."

I stood up from the couch. "A stranger?" My heart was racing.

"No."

His words made my body feel cold. He didn't have to say it. I knew what he had done. He had sex with Isabella. He had sex with his wife. That's what married men did. They had sex with their wives. What should I have expected? He ran back to his wife when things went sour between us.

"Did you enjoy it?"

"It was just sex. It didn't mean anything. It wasn't like it is with you."

"So you did enjoy it?"