KEIRA
I couldn’t focus on my work. His answer was still in my head even after the whole night of thinking:
‘I already told you. I like you.’
‘You like me?’
‘Yeah, isn’t that enough reason?’
‘Why did you like me? What did you like about me?’
‘Should I still answer that?’
‘Yes. It’s important to me. What did you like about me? Is it my body?’
He was silent for a while before saying: ‘Yes.’
I didn’t really know what to feel after that conversation. I guess it was better that he had been honest than being such a hypocrite who sugarcoats his answer.
“So, I was just giving him a good fck. That’s all.” I irritatingly told myself.
“Whom did you fck? When? Where? Oh, my God! Who is the guy? Is this a confirmation that you got over your asshole ex-boyfriend? Good job girl!”
I turned to m
