“Pete f****d you? He really f****d you?” That was Mann, I told myself: if he had to go down, it would be with guns blazing, aiming for my most vulnerable spot. And he thought betrayal by a friend was that spot.
He was right. I didn’t have that many friends. If Pete ever broke his promise to me, it would have…annoyed me. To the point I would view the friendship as dead.
But I had never exacted such a promise from Pete. If he had gone to bed with Mann, Mann would have been the one to do the f*****g. Since Mann was unaware of that fact, nothing had gone on between them. Ipso facto.
I started to laugh. “Quinn, I…I like you.”
There was a flash of confusion in his eyes, masked quickly, along with the touch of disgruntlement. “Then you won’t f**k me?” His tongue swept out to moisten his lips.
