Greg had somehow convinced himself last night that Jessica hadn’t really meant it, which only proved what an i***t he was. When he’d put his t-shirt on her last night, it hadn’t been some attempt to mark his territory, conscious or otherwise.
And then he’d seen her final expression change. Jessica’s face was such a subtle one. Like a great actress, there was no single identifiable change, yet her face had completely shifted without moving at all. It had happened while she was tugging at his t-shirt as if she was going to rip off the vile thing whether or not it would leave her n***d.
What it all translated to was that she’d meant every word on the phone last night, drunk or not.
How had she greeted him with such seeming pleasure on his entrance this morning and then so cruelly dashed hi
