I had heard her correctly. No matter how much I wanted to convince myself otherwise, I knew that I had. Presley was implying all of my doubts were in my own head. But would that mean that they were my own imagination? Was that what she was saying? It sure as hell felt that way…
My eyes focused upon her, as anger bubbled in my veins. How could my friend say something so hurtful? I had opened up to her so many times in the past about my feelings, and this was what she came back to me with now? I felt betrayed. “Do you know how much that f*****g hurts?” I snapped. “I thought you were different. I trusted you.”
Presley shook her head. Her entire body language changed in an instant. Gone was the laidback and casual Presley. This was a more defensive and argumentative Presley. “I have done n
