Chapter Thirty-Two
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Angela's words haunted my night, leaving me with little sleep and fewer answers.
I crawled out of bed the next morning, still unsure how 'friends' worked.
While I showered, I replayed Peter's words.
Porn star notch.
Had I thought of him like that? One more conquest added to a long list of nameless faces?
I'd wanted him before I knew, though.
For how long? Once you got your rocks off, would he have been discarded as easily as the others?
Shit.
The more I'd been forced to look at myself, the less I liked who stared back from the mirror.
Introspection is a bitch.
