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LEVI
I never should’ve agreed to this.
Lil, Sabrina, and her boyfriend Jarod all enjoyed the after-dinner conversation while driving toward the club we often snuck out to, but I wished to be a hundred miles away. Anywhere other than where they laughed and enjoyed life.
Because mine sucked.
Lil hadn’t touched me once since picking me up. Not once. Usually, she had wandering hands beneath the dinner table when we went out on dates, and even having friends with us didn’t deter her. No soft brushes of shoulders, no gentle bumps with her knee to let me know she was there for me.
It was like a wall had risen between us, and even though a part of me recognized us both pulling away, it hurt like hell.
She was no longer my rock, my other half.
And I couldn’t bear to be in the car another
