After seeing him for more than three or five years, I guess he's standing across me again. Smiling and seems like he's so happy to see me. After all types of pain, hurt ache, and sleepless nights he gave me, he’ll smile as if nothing happens.
I’m not bitter. I can’t accept that he just dumped me just because I can’t give my effin virginity to him after I did everything for him. But that doesn’t count on us having s*x, right? Having s*x while he's not even sure about if I’ll be in his future or not. And I can’t think of myself giving my virginity to this asshole. He doesn’t even deserve a pang of single guilt on what happened between us.
I was back to my reverie when I felt someone pinch my hips.
“Are you okay? Do you know this guy?”
I looked upon Damon, who’s holding my waist like it’
