Cassandra
My eyes keep shifting between my boyfriend and the ginger-haired woman standing in his apartment.
A beautiful, skinny, half-naked, ginger-haired woman.
Her full breasts fill the white laced bra she is sporting and those sweatpants ride low on her hips. Those dark, worn sweatpants that I would recognize anywhere, hang from her skinny waist. They are the same sweatpants Drew has worn on several occasions during nights I have stayed here with him. Sweatpants that I never wore. I never wore any of his clothes.
My breath catches and I shoot Drew a flat look. My insides rip at the seams and I swallow the enormous lump that has formed in my throat.
"Drew, what is this? Who is she?" I ask, my voice is barely audible.
"No one. She is no one to me, babe. I swear." He shakes his he
