But my video call is still ongoing with my brother, and when Nathan kissed me forcefully on the lips, I accidentally clicked the hung-up button.
He caressed my hair. “Why are you breaking up with me? Have we not shared enough nights, hmm?”
I stomped my foot when I pushed him and escaped from his hold. “IT’S SHANNON!”
Nathan only slipped his hand into his pockets. “What about her?”
“You—” Never mind, he’s going to deny it anyway. “Where were you after Shannon's welcome party?”
“I was at my friend’s house. You know, at Michael’s.”
I almost snorted and laughed at his answer but I just schooled a neutral face. “Michael’s?”
He nodded.
But I knew where he'd gone to: the red lipstick stain on his white shirt collar says it all.
“Babe, Morganne...” His warm breath tickled against my neck. But our once sweet intimacy to one another that used to made my heart race now only made me feel...uncomfortable.
My body suddenly ached and I didn’t know where the pain really came from, whether it’s from the burn on my arm or being too tired to keep up with Nathan’s lies. The pain was so sharp that it brought tears to my eyes again.
I rarely cry in front of Nathan, and now that I do...