“How do I know?” he shouts, and laughs out loud. “You never know with women. I used to know a crazy chick who pretended to be pregnant. She actually had a pregnant women pee on a test just to—"
“I remember,” I wave him off with anger. “This girl is different,” the words leave my mouth, but I know straight away that I’m talking nonsense.
Why would she be different? Or if she is, how would she know that she is? She has hardly been able to utter two words. I know nothing in the world about her, yet she’s lying here in my living room. The thing is, Dylan’s right, I may have easily got involved into something bad by taking her here. As so many times before, I listened to my heart instead of my brain. I’m an idiot.”
I collapse into the armchair, and dig my fingers into my hair. I grow uncerta
