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"She's gone. Yeah, I hate her for sleeping with that asshole. But, no matter how much I hate her, there's a gaping hole in my chest the size of her."

"You'd take her back?"

"I don't know. Doesn't matter. She's still with him."

"You really keep tabs?" The pounding in my head lessens. Fuck, it's nice thinking about someone else's problems. About anything that isn't how much I hate Iris. And how much I want her.

"People talk."

"You don't look at other women."

"I'm not doing it again."

"But you could fuck half the girls you ink."

"If I was an asshole who preyed on my customers, yeah."

"Please. I only fuck women who beg me for it."

"Whatever you want to believe."

"Don't make me go into detail."

"Doesn't bother me."

"I will."

He shrugsand?

I shoot him my best side-eye. "You could find girls easy."

"I don't want to fuck some chick I won't remember."

"Why?"

He shakes his head. "It would take too long to explain it to you."

"So you've gone a year?"

"So what?"

"A year? How the fuck do you live?"

"I have a hand."

"Still."

He rolls his eyes. "I have standards."

"You don't ever want to love someone again?"

"Do you?"

Fair enough. But I don't want to talk about me. I don't want to think about how fucked this is. "You and Leighton—"

"Are friends."

"You sure?"

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