Chapter 43
- “Yeah, maybe, I don’t know. Something like that.” She sips her drink. “I mean, you thought he hated you. He was broken. Huge misunderstanding. He sends for you two years later.” She puts her hands over her heart and bats her eyelashes. “My faith in romance has been restored.”
- I stare at her, deadpan. “He’s still an asshole.”
- “Totally, but at least now you can fuck him without regret.”