HOLLY
”Andrea…” I didn’t know who the b***h was, but her name already made me angry. “Who’s Andrea?”
“Our fourth roommate,” Sayid offered. “And…” His eyes shifted expectantly to Bradley.
“And my ex-girlfriend,” Bradley admitted.
I watched as he walked the tiny bedroom, picking up pieces of things and dropping them again. She’d broken furniture, punched holes in walls. Shattered anything that could be shattered. In a way, I almost admired her commitment.
“You still live with your ex girlfriend?” I asked.
Bradley nodded. My heart sank.
“When exactly did you break up?”
I wasn’t sure I wanted the answer to that question. It had happened before; guys picking me up during the tail end of a bad relationship. Even dating me while they were still technically dating their “ex” girlfriends, w
