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Gui
The tear broke me.
I had tried so hard to keep up this I-don’t-f*****g-care facade, but in the end, as she left my apartment and glanced one last time at me, a tear rolling down her face, I felt broken. Stupid. Empty. A f*****g jerk.
Because that was what I was. A f*****g jerk.
The girls cleaned the kitchen while the guys settled down to continue playing, everyone a little quieter than before.
Amanda leaned into me, her hands closing around my arm. “How about you show me your room now?” she said, her voice holding a sensual note.
I stepped back, pulling my arm from her hold. I didn’t want anything to do with her. Even before I had seen the dull glint in Hilary’s face. And that was why I was an even bigger jerk. I had met Amanda a few months ago when I went clubbing with Malco
