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BRANTLEY
Always. She said always. So simple. So easy. So… not true.
I knew always didn’t mean the same thing to her that it did to me. Not yet. Maybe not ever. Valentina told me more than once she wasn’t looking for a relationship. She was focusing on herself and the girls. She was doing this stupid quest to figure out what she enjoyed.
I was the i***t who got sucked in and let myself believe there was more to it than just pleasure. Sure, it was a lot of damn pleasure, but it was physical. She didn’t love me. This was a childhood curiosity fulfilled.
We sat on the couch, the open bottle of wine on the coffee table near our feet, and watched a movie. A sappy rom-com that she loved and only reminded me that I was alone. I was the chick in the movie who thought she’d never get the lov
