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I stare down in disbelief at the paper Sami has just handed me. When I look up, my gaze meets her beautiful green one. “What a f*****g asshole."
She shrugs as she settles on the couch at her place. “We knew that."
When I received the text from her this afternoon asking me to come over, I wasn't expecting a conversation about her ex. I could say I wasn't expecting anything, but that would be a lie. And even now, seeing her wearing soft shorts, a tank top, and I would guess no bra, I could let my mind wander with possibilities. The thing is that I'm Sami's best friend first. The benefits are secondary. Right now, she needs a friend.
As I study her expression, I see the small lines near her downcast eyes. Even after she kicked his ass to the curb, her ex is still a source of her
