Shanice crosses her arms. “Seriously? What happened to the good old-fashioned way of seducing the guy from the girl? Did you leave him?”
“Leave who?”
“Damon, of course. Did you hand him over to the crazy lady?”
I roll my eyes and flop back on the bed, refusing to answer.
“If you don’t have the guts to do it, I will. That woman is crazy.”
I groan. “I tried to leave, okay? But Damon—”
“—makes your panties melt?”
“Shanice. It's not Damon’s fault. He obviously likes me, and I like him very much, and I don’t see why I should leave him over some girl he doesn’t even want.”
She throws up her hands. “Look, I get it. But have you considered the staying alive part of the equation?”
“Shantelle is all talk. If she wanted to do something, she’d have done it by now.”
“Oh, so you think you know
