June.
His hand suddenly felt cold on my face, I held his hands and dropped them from my face, the expression, the way his eyes dilated, I knew he did.
He went back to her after he dropped me at home.
“Can I get the report?"
“I need to leave,” I said, avoiding his gaze because I couldn’t bring myself to look at him.
“You made me feel that way.” He walked down to his desk as if he were searching for it, and he went through it, lifting a few things from it. “I couldn’t take it out on you, so I did it with her.”
“Who is she?”
“A friend.”
“Friend with benefits.”
“You can say that.”
He pulled out the report from a drawer and held it behind him.
“So you can sleep with other people, I can do the same can’t I, go to a party and hook up with a random guy,” I said with a shrug.
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