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He can’t.
He knows I’m right.
What does he expect? That we’ll keep being friends because of one stupid decision we made when we were drunk? There’s no way a guy like him would be ‘just friends’ with a woman. I don’t think he’s capable of it.
“If I want Thad back, that’s my mistake to make.” My words are gentle now. More understanding than they were before.
Hansley’s not a bad guy. I saw that yesterday. He was patient and kind with me, not once trying to get into my pants or take advantage of my emotionally fragile state.
If I remember correctly, I was the one who kissed him at our wedding.
And then we came back to his hotel room and… you know.
“You’re just trying to protect me. I get it. I do. But I’m not in the same desperate place I was yesterday. I slept on it. I got married.” A crazed laugh escapes me. “And now I’m ready to face the world like an adult and work through my problems the way I should have done from the start.”
His eyes narrow. “Are you going back to him?”
“I don’t know.”
He scowls at me again.
Thad knocks on the door. “Asia? Are you almost ready?”
Hansley barks at him. “Don’t freaking rush her, you—”
“I’ll be right out!” I call, cutting Hansley off with a look.
He grunts in response.
I head to the bathroom and set my clothes on the counter. The moment I spot my reflection in the mirror, I gasp loudly.
Hansley pounds on the door. “What’s wrong?”
“I look awful!” I scrape at the eye gunk and mascara stains. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
“What the hell are you talking about?”
“I can’t believe Thad saw me like this.” I cup my hands beneath the faucet and wash my face.
“Why do you care what that punk thinks of you?”
I glare in his direction. “You could have given me a heads-up. I look like Frankensteins black bride.”
“No way. You look beautiful,” he says.
Both hands go still on my cheeks.
The water pouring into the sink is the only sound filling the silence.
Hansley raps on the door. “You good in there?”
“Yeah.” I shake my head to clear the haze and continue getting dressed.
I refuse to let Hansley’s words get to my head. There’s a reason he can plow through girls the way I plow through shows on Netflix.
Let’s not pretty this up.
I’m a glorified lay with his ring on my finger. Take the ring off and I’m just like those other girls who opened their legs for one night only.
