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It was stupid to let him get to me, but dammit, he did. I was angry and hurt and felt so ridiculous for thinking that maybe we could be friends or something.
I stewed the entire boat ride back to shore, and as soon as it was docked, I was off the boat and searching through my matches. Impulsive? Yes. But I needed to prove to myself as much as Xavier that I could get a date. One that wasn’t him.
One of the guys I’d been messaging had asked about getting together sometime, and I’d been brushing him off. I didn’t like the idea of meeting someone after only a few conversations, but screw it. I needed to go out and feel good about myself. I needed to remember who I was. I was beautiful and smart and funny and I had a lot to offer a man.
Screw Xavier for making me feel differently. Then an
