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“This one’s sad. Can we get a little angry? Just a tad. Like, what’s the song where she’s like ‘I wish you weren’t such a piece of shit so I could have kept loving you, but here we are’?”
“Better Man.”
“Yeah! Let’s do that one. It’s perfect for him.”
“That is a good pull, but no. I like this one, and I need to be sad for a little while longer. I was mad earlier, but I’m back to sad.”
“Breakups are hard,” she says.
“When I went downstairs to get food, I heard Sloane talking about him.”
“Uh-oh.”
“And I heard her saying what a good kisser he is.”
Addison grimaces.
“Yeah. So… I didn’t love that.”
“You know who’s a good kisser? Lots of guys, probably. Why don’t we go out and find one? I know it’s a school night, but we don’t have to stay out late. Put on something cute and we’ll go into the city and find you a new guy to kiss.”
“I don’t want to kiss guys anymore. Guys are stupid.”
“I hear ya, sister. We can find you a pretty girl to kiss instead,” she suggests. “Maybe while we’re at it, we’ll find me one, too.”
I crack a smile. “I’m not ready to meet anyone else. I’d be miserable company. I need to finish mourning first, then I’ll get my shit together.”
“That’s fair,” she says, patting my thigh through the blanket. “I’ll let you get back to it. But you’re absolutely sure we can’t just mix in one more song?”
I sigh, but I reach over and type Better Man into the search bar. A moment later, it begins playing.
“Thank you,” she says.
“Yep.”
“You’re gonna go right back to Last Kiss when this ends, aren’t you?”
“Yep.”
She nods. “Got it. Then I’ll savor the break.”
“I really don’t mind putting headphones on. If you need to study, just tell me. This is your room. I’m a guest here.”
“Nope. I’ve been there. It’s fine. I get it. I just hate seeing you sad over that asshole.”
“Sometimes he’s not an asshole,” I say sadly.
“Sometimes they’re all not assholes, that’s how they get you.”
“Ryan Gosling would never do this to us.”
“Right?” She sighs. “Why can’t all men just learn from his example?”
I crack a smile, but it doesn’t last long.
Addison goes back to her side of the room, and I go back to my mourning, and I hope that maybe, by some miracle, when I wake up tomorrow, I won’t care who Killian is kissing.
Chapter Forty-one
