[Abbie’s POV]
“Are you sure you’re fine with this?”
Desmond’s voice is low and full of concern as we head into the restaurant that Elizabeth picked for the evening.
“If you’re not, we can come up with an excuse and…”
“No,” I say, turning my gaze to his. “I’m fine with this. Like I said earlier, Austin is free to be with whoever he wants.”
Right. He was, since we were never official or anything. We just f****d a few times, and that was it.
Yeah, that was it. I most likely imagined those moments where I thought that maybe, just maybe, he actually cared for me. I made up all those looks of adoration and those tender words that he occasionally said to me. It was all my imagination because I, like every other woman, wanted to be different to him. He was only nice to me because he wanted m
