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Josie
I made short work of pulling my shirt over my head and retrieving my discarded b*a from the floor. Wadding it into a ball, I decided to stuff it in my purse rather than bothering with trying to work my way back into it.
Struggling to keep the tears at bay until I could make my escape, I said to Alex, “Please make up an excuse to Hannah about why I had to leave.”
“Of course,” he promised before adding, “Josie, please don’t think it’s anything to do with you.”
Holding my palm up to stop him from going any further, I glared and said, “Oh, it’s not me, it’s you, right?”
“It’s not like that.” He looked so desperate for me to believe him, my urge was to take him in my arms and comfort him, but I now knew without a doubt that wasn’t what he wanted.
Needing to get away from him bef
