Paul and I sat opposite each other in the restaurant and didn't have anything to say to each other . I began to imagine things , like if they've always been a thing , even before Gomez and I started dating , even before I started messing with James while we were together . I tried my best to brush it off my mind but I just couldn't .
“ When did you and Gomez meet ? ”
“ It's been years really . I can't even remember how , but it definitely was at his dad's hotel ” .
“ Were you guys uhmm ?? ” I didn't want to say it out loud and hopefully he'd get it . “ No , this thing started the night I met you or whatever that encounter was . We were both drunk and did things that I doubt we would have ever done sober ” .
“ Okay ” , I felt annoyed without a right to it . I felt betrayed because he
