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She giggled. “I know one thing we have to figure out, though. And that’s what to do about Clinton come Monday.”

“I… I don’t know, Allison.”

“Well, let’s start with what you want to do. What do you hope happens Monday?”

I shrugged. “I don’t know that either.”

“We should figure it out, then. Because something tells me he’s not going to leave you alone. Nothing is ever that easy with him.”

“I didn’t fuck him so he’d leave me alone.”

She paused. “Then why did you?”

I closed my eyes. “Because it felt like he understood me. And I liked that.”

Allison took my hand as the two of us stared at the ceiling. The smell of nail polish remover slowly faded away, but the memories of last night didn’t. I squeezed her hand, trying not to think about it. Trying not to root myself in last night. But I couldn't help it. The way I’d fallen asleep against Clint. The way his muscles felt cradling me last night. How I woke up at four in the morning only to realize I’d fallen asleep right beside him. Wrapped u