"No, we didn't," Juan said, shaking his head.
Belle crossed her arms and bit the inside of her cheek. She stared hard at Juan, hurt clear in her eyes.
“You used to act like I was the only one that mattered,” she said softly. “Like I was the only person you ever really looked at.”
Juan let out a tired sigh. He rubbed his hand down his face like he was already done with the conversation.
“You were the only girl I really cared about,” he said in an exasperated manner, “but it wasn’t anything deep, Belle.”
She blinked. “Not deep?”
He didn’t flinch. His voice wasn’t mean, just flat. He didn't want to hurt her but there was no nicer way to put it. “I mean, I never felt that way about you. Sure, we slept together. But it was just s*x. I didn’t think you had feelings for me.”
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