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"Are you hurting?"
"No, just angry. So, so angry. He made a fool out of me." My hands were made into small fists, and I pushed my knuckles into his thermal covered chest. I couldn't even look him in the face. My chest was hot and I felt the flush from the alcohol warm over my cheeks.
"Just angry? You sound like you expected it."
"No. I just…" I took a deep breath and looked up at him, "didn't give myself the chance to really love him yet."
"But you were gonna-"
"Yeah. I'm good at pretending." I felt so lethargic. The buzz was starting to get to me. I opened my palms on his warm chest, and rested my forehead there and felt his hesitant arms come up around me. "Can we just... do this?" I pushed him backward into the sofa and climbed into his lap. I brought my hands to his neck and pulled his face up to mine. His response was gentle, and then he withdrew.
"No."
Here's something new. Just a short "prologue" or preview. :)